Like the story of Sisyphus, eternally pushing his boulder up the mountain only to watch it roll down again, there are days when I can't sleep at night, yet I force myself to stay on my feet through the day. I know my body can't handle it, but my thoughts and depression stretch out like the Great Wall of China, endless and ancient. I understand the causes and reasons, but still see myself as a disappointment to my loved ones. Even though I know there were months when I tried my hardest, isolating myself from the world, I also understand that the balance between hard work and results doesn't simply depend on how much you've sacrificed or suffered. Sometimes, all we want is a small space in someone's heart - a place without judgment, where we can feel loved and like we belong.