Running, running, running, but not actually getting anywhere. Others are running, but they're on solid ground. They're moving forward, making progress. Some even lap you; they've finished and restarted and you're choking in their dust again before you even leave the finish line.
Last year on the day before Thanksgiving, I placed an ad to find new intended parents. I matched with Mia and Urs within two weeks, and I've been running since then. Failed IVF #1. Beta hell for IVF #2, followed by early miscarriage. Mia and Urs moved on to ED sans surrogacy. I dragged my tired ass back to the start line and was lucky and blessed to have happened into a match with Chance and Apollo. Soon we'll be going from a jog to a full sprint.
I don't mind all the running. Truly. It's the damn hamster wheel that I'm sick of.