It's only Monday and I'm feeling so tired already.

It is inevitable that the end is drawing near, and fear, has long ceased to be a factor.
How it will all end, nobody knows. But as the days past you can feel it, the mind's losing control, the heart is losing hope and faith is no longer burning strong.
Going to bed every night, wishing, praying, hoping against hope that you won't wake up the next day.
And when you do, you ask why you're still alive, suffering. How do you help someone like that?

I feel so helpless. But I am a mere vulnerable individual. What more can I do?
Emotional turmoil.
The inner battle of the emotions. Where the mind, body and soul rage war and you're on the verge of insanity.
What you don't know won't hurt so, the less you know, the better.
I'll take my leave and hopefully, the next time I return will be on a brighter day.