That despite relentless insomnia and an inner (w)itch that's always saying "I can't go on" I press on (like all of you). This section of "If" by Rudyard Kipling often goes through my head, written for folks in benzo wd:
"If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ "
Yep, [...], we're determined mofos.