Wednesday, 26 August 2015

self-love

Every time I am now close to giving up, I think: every time I almost gave up, every time I thought there was no point to beat what was inside me, every struggle I thought I'd never get through - I beat it. I beat the monster inside me and that's accomplishment enough for my whole life. Every time I feel like I have accomplished nothing, every time I feel like my life is pointless, every time I remember: my little tiny hormone-crazed brain had enough strength to push me through a storm I was too young to even comprehend. I stayed with myself through every self-battle at 3 in the morning, crying, curled up in my bed until I numbed into a deep, deep sleep.
I have conquered, time and time again, the hardest thing there is to conquer: myself.
I am a scarred soldier, a hormonal adolescent, a struggling student, a depressed teenager, a perturbed travel; the outcome of family turmoil.
I am still here. I will continue to be here, far longer after I understand what I am here for.