Her life has to be a certain way. She decided an unbearably long time ago what way that was. As a result, her life is burdened with expectations and everything she wanted for herself so long ago seems heavy, undesirable and unattainable. It is time to let go of those worn out dreams, to let go of those old ambitions and goals, but that, to her, seems as impossible as holding on to them.
So now she is stuck, smothered between two lives, the one she once wanted and the one she thinks she wants now. Both lives seem impossible to live. It seems impossible to live. It seems impossible to move forward, to do, to choose something, anything. It all seems impossible, pointless, cruel, unnecessary. Maybe it all boils down to the ultimate choice. Life or death. Both options are imperfect at best, there seems to be very little choice in between and you get death eventually no matter what you choose. And so she chooses life. No, she isn’t sure it is the right choice and she is scared she will never know if it was the right choice, but she chose. Good. She chose. Nothing has changed. She is still stuck. But you chose, stranger, that’s enough for now.