I’m Still Alive
I survived the dark sh*t in my head. Which tells me I’m capable of overcoming what’s outside of it.
Today I had a thought. Brainstorming, I guess. About what I would write tonight.
Between yesterday and today, I’ve had time to think of my goals…
My future, my desires, my needs, and how I’d get there.
Naturally, with these thoughts came a small measure of doubt.
How can I achieve that? I don’t have the grit; I don’t have the focus; I don’t have the discipline.
I tear myself down a lot for sure.
But then, the simplest of retorts hit me: I’m still alive.
Through family drama, suicidal thoughts, and self-hatred, I’m still here.
And I’m doing better than I thought I would be.
Nowhere near perfect or at my full potential yet, but I’m closer than I ever thought I’d get.
Which means I’m not as sh*t at this ‘life’ thing as I think sometimes.
I’m capable of so much more than I know. Chances are, so are you.
That’s it for today. Until tomorrow!
