No it isn’t easy . When exhaustion sets in it becomes a mental war between your will to keep fighting and that ever present voice telling you to give up. Black, blue, sweat, tears, cracked and frayed. Your outer appearance may look pristine to the outside world. Your insides raw from the weight of all that has pushed back against your resilience. But keep pushing. Keep pushing. Diamond’s aren’t made without pressure. Grapes turn to wine only when pressed. And spirit rises to the occasion of survival only when you let the light shine through. Over and over and over again.