The Point at the End of My Wits

I don't know why I keep coming here. I know what I can do. I want to believe in myself. But far too often I find myself here once more, feeling lost and worthless. I don't know where to go or which direction to take. Maybe it's hypo-glycemia, I don't know. Its the reason I have difficulty staying on a diet or doing anything else. I want it now, results now. I want to be, I'm tired of becoming. Some times It's not about the journey, its about accomplishments and those seem so far apart. With every new step I feel less successful, less sure. Thank God I can't quit. Its too important to me. It means far too much to me to stop now. So I press on and ignore the feelings of defeat and brokenness inside. I move forward on my own not listening to the depression of others. Their fatigue is mirrored in me and I can't stand it anymore. God help me. Let me begin with sleep. Good night! Now, where's that sleeping pill anyway.