Forever trapped in endless agony?

Today's shift was beyond horrible, not just because l've been feeling unbearably sick, both physically and mentally, but because patients were everywhere. On beds, on the ground, in the courtyard; standing, sitting, lying on the floor. Every inch of space was consumed by suffering. Many were in critical condition, and we had nothing close to what was needed to save them; not even the most basic supplies. Every decision felt like a gamble with human lives, and the weight of responsibility was unbearable.

People's eyes searched mine for hope, but all | carried was helplessness. I felt like I was drowning in their pain, and the cruelest part is knowing that tomorrow will bring even more pain, and suffering.

I can't even bring myself to think about each patient's story, let alone write them down. All can say is that today's hell was worse than yesterday's.

Will there ever be an end to this, or is this how we are meant to live; forever trapped in endless agony?