Ten of Blades

Sometimes, you’re just done. It’s too much. There’s no more fighting, no more strength to call on. You’re done. This is it, the end of the line.

It may be the death of the body or the death of the spirit, but this is game over.  This is the time to admit defeat. Whatever battle you’ve been fighting, you’ve lost for good.  Let go.  The pain is strong, this is not a quiet death but a violent one, but there is nothing to be gained by continuing to fight. You are already stretched to thin.

It’s over.