Better than I was

I’m stronger than I give myself credit for.

I can do the hardest things that I’ve been so convinced are impossible.

I’m better than my demons, I’m stronger than they try to convince me I am.

I can, and have overcome every obstacle thrown my way so far. And believe me, they’ve been significant.

I’m not perfect. My demons are loud. And most often, they feel like they’re in control. Like they’re in charge. Like they’re making my choices for me.

And I have to remind myself that I’m they are not in control. I am. And still, I struggle.

I have bad days. Bad nights. And I feel like a failure. Like I might as well just give up now.

But I have to remind myself that we don’t quit. We keep marching forward no matter what. We don’t let pain get in our way. And we don’t allow the darkness to win.

I’m better than I was.

And still, that doesn’t seem good enough.

Because I’m not where I want to be.

Not yet.

I’m not where I want to be.

But I’m better than I was.

And for tonight, that’s going to have to be enough.