Points for trying?

I started this post in April but never got around to finishing it. I liked the simile (metaphor?) too much to delete it, though.

This year, it seems like before one month is half over, I'm pinning all my hopes on the next one. As in, "In March (or April, or May) things will get better." If February was like being held down and kicked repeatedly in the head and March was like being tethered to a stake--allowed some freedom, but yanked into reality if I strayed too far--April has been more like house arrest. I'm not physically restrained, but I can't really go anywhere, either. What will May bring?