The people who love you always want to see you do better, undoubtedly.
But when you don’t (do better), and these people get mad at you for it, is this still love?

Recently I’ve found myself back in a dark place.
I know what it takes to get me out, but I can’t seem to do it.
I’m tired of being tired. I’m tired of being unhappy. Yet I can’t pull myself out of this.

What does it take?