One week and more to go...

It's getting traumatic for me, as now I'm not so sure anymore if I'm doing this job for the sufferers or for my organization... Maybe I'm just getting beaten mentally. Frustration is poison and abstinence is harm. Adding the two up brings disintegration.

How can I bring up my motivation? I've got no clue...

at least the gentle seacoast I saw for the first time since the first day relieved me...