Fighting a war on two fronts

I'm currently fighting a never-ending war on two fronts. And it hit me today, as I was driving home, that this may be a permanent thing in my life. It's like I have my own version of "the war on terror" being fought in "Iraq" and "Afghanistan". It's a war against one enemy, collectively known as depression. And that war is currently being fought on two fronts, one provoked by the death of a dream, the other by the current state of affairs in my heart.

I wonder when the peace process will finally push through...