Fight On, Fighter

It’s no secret to anyone close to me that my entire world has changed in the worst fucking way imaginable. It’s also not a secret to those same people that some days I don’t carry myself in the best of ways. If pushing people away were an Olympic sport I would not only get the gold medal, I would also hold the world record.

Fight on, fighter.

There are days when it feels like it would be easier to give up. Giving up would be the appropriate response to all of the shit I’ve been through.

Fight on, fighter.

There have been days that I wake up and wish I didn’t. When I’m sleeping my life hurts less.

Fight on, fighter.

There are days when I say, no more. I quit.

Fight on, fighter .

There are days when I can’t make sense of my world and I so desperately need someone to listen, but I refuse to speak because I can’t find my words, so I stay silent. Or worse, on the rare occasion I do try to voice my thoughts, they come out all wrong and the person I’m talking to gets frustrated. Rightfully so.

Fight on, fighter.

The flip?

Some days I am strong. Some days the words anxiety and trauma don’t take center stage in my mental wheelhouse. Some days I can find my words and express my feelings. Some days, most days lately, I’d rather live than die.

Fight on, fighter.

There are days when I get it right, and there are days when I SO do not. Every single day though? I’m trying.

Some days my brave is pretty damn big.

FIGHT ON, FIGHTER

Until next time,

Ps. Hey Bub? Hey Adella? Thank you ❤️

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