Our struggle to survive is equaled by whether we feel we should.
At times of great struggle we’re bent in half, struggling to discover why we’re in a dark place, why we hate ourselves and how to get out of the darkness.
The struggle is helped only by having people around us who understand what we’re going through, otherwise we’re left to our own meager defenses.
These defenses, though sometimes great, are no match for the darkness which proceeds to swallow us whole. This entire struggle, seems determines to sink who we are, take away our lives and leave us asking why.
The why of the struggle is the greatest determiner for how we got to that point. We don’t see the small things, the little pieces of who we are and only see the larger pieces, the big things which led us to this point.
But, it’s the smaller pieces. The moments of struggle which have led us farther down the rabbit hole and have left us scrambling to crawl from the rabbit hole, scathed, broken and scarred.
The scars of the struggle, physical of mental could last for months, possibly forever, but getting through the fight, standing at the opening of the hole and being alive, that is the greatest struggle.
Getting to that point of the struggle leads us to salvation and to getting better, but we often must seek help to get better.
Seeking help doesn’t mean we’re weak, it only means we couldn’t go the path alone any longer.
Good luck, and have a great week.
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