Academic fulfillments are pulling my head apart. The slightest thought of deadlines induces an immense amount of fatigue, in mind and in heart.

I question the disappearance of the gung ho and diligent young girl who derived satisfaction from fighting life's demons. Is she too worn out from the battles? Or has she fallen into the hands of 'learned helplessness'; habituated to sustenance of scars and bruises?

Find her back, find her back, find her back and convey this to her:

“The world breaks us all. Afterward, some are stronger at the broken places.”
— Ernest Hemingway