Stronger than I Believe

Every time I cry, feel tired, overwhelmed with emotions, or find myself wishing to get lost, I feel so small and weak. But come to think of it, I’m the only one who knows the demons I’m facing. I know how excruciating it can be to even get out of bed. I know the amount of effort I put into the smallest of tasks, and how I fight like a lioness with the bigger ones.

With all the calls I didn’t answer, the messages that are left unread, and the endless to-do list that flickers in front of my eyes and won’t let me rest, I carry so much guilt and disappointment. Yet there’s still so much I do. So many places where I show up. So many unbelievable mountains I climb, and monstrous fears I conquer.

No one knows how constant the fight is, and perhaps that’s why they don’t see the pain beneath each smile. With bleeding wounds, watery eyes, and rusty tools of resilience, I face each day with fierceness, and I struggle through.

But I know. I know what’s going on inside of me, and wow, I think I might be the strongest person alive.

And I’m grateful, and a bit impressed, I must say.