I’m sad but I smile.

I’m hurt but I show up anyway.

I don’t want to but I keep going.

I wake up everyday in fear of the world and I don’t want to get out of bed. But I do. I get up and I continue on. I continue contributing to my community, to my relationships and fighting for the life that I want to live one day. I wish for the day it’s no longer a fight.

It’s the simple things really. Like enjoying a hot cup of coffee with the sun on my face. The text from my best friend who thinks the world of me and who I think the world of. A glimmer of hope that today something good will happen that makes the heartache so worth it.

It’s in persistence for a cause through the uncomfortable that we gain grit and strength. And on the other side of the ugly mess is a person that never gave up. I want to be her.