I’m sure this title is something we can all relate to at one point or another. Lack of sleep, stressing about something, and barely making it by. Sometimes it feels like it’s never ending. We do something in which we think will make everything better, but in reality it ends up making our situations worse. You still push through though, with the hope one day things will change, one day you won’t have to struggle. Deep down, you know that day will come, it could be tomorrow, next year, when you’re 60. Whenever it is, it’s the reason you keep going, and one day you’ll look back to all your struggles and be proud of who you became.