Lord knows I’ve tried. But every day just gets harder. The thought of this virtual war lingers on my mind, every waking hour of the day. Even when I fall asleep, I find no peace. No mercy. The nightmares shake me from my slumber in a cold sweat. I check my phone to see that, no, my nation has not yet been zeroed. I’d only conjured the image from the unrelenting dread I’d felt the hours before. And the nightmares are only the beginning. The true anguish lies within the pleasant dreams that fill me with a sense of hope, only to be snuffed out the very moment that my tear-crusted eyes slowly open to the realization that it was only a fantasy.
So I’ve come to the conclusion that I simply cannot cope. Coping is no longer a viable option for me. I presume I will be crushed by the unbearable weight of this devastating conflict, so I’ve gotten my affairs in order accordingly. I’m ready now.