the woman in the ice

/*I recommend you don't read this if you struggle with depression.*/Taking a deep breath, I slow my trudge through the snowy wasteland, and let out a sigh, my breath clouding the air before my eyes. It’s perfect. Looking away from the frozen pond before me, I study the patch of snow I have stopped in. Scuffing my boots around, I clear a patch of dying grass and solid earth for my feet.Planting my feet firmly on the frozen ground, I roll my head from side to side, causing my neck to make a few soft popping sounds. To pull a muscle in the middle of such a strenuous act could be disastrous to say the least. I need complete focus. The theory is here—now I have only to put it into practice. This is my last chance—my only chance. It would work. It must work.