Endings are hard.
Beginnings are even harder.

They are the hardest when you don't even want to begin;
When the last fight left your defences down and you don't even have the energy to draw your weapons again;
When the last story pretty much broke your belief in happily ever afters;
When you are scared of hoping 'cause the only thing it seems to do is harden the ground when you fall;
When you are raw and numb because of the pain and hurt, when you are aching, when the wounds are fresh;
They are also hard when the wounds have started to heal and you don't want to be bleeding on the same spot twice;
They are still hard when the wounds are filled, but you are scared of risking another injury, knowing how much it takes to nurse and tend to it, and being unsure that you'd be able to do that again.
They're the hardest when there's nothing new about them, when the lines between the two are blurred, when you keep stumbling at the first step - when you fall before you can even think of flying.

Sometimes, you can't be expected to try again and again.
You just can't.