an endless cycle

Back to square one: pain, solitude, helplessness, hopelessness. The struggle to regain the spirit and faith to rebuild. You'd think it'd be so much easier, to have endured so much before. What is this pain in comparison? But you'd also think I'd have learned to stop making the same mistakes. Damn the accident, damn my immobility, damn damn damn damn damn damn damn... so many reasons to believe that the future is bright, so many reasons to dread the next few godforsaken weeks. How will I endure?