I’m tired of struggling. I’m tired of having not “made it” yet. I’m tired of working so hard, for nothing. Of not having accomplished anything. Of not being where I want to be in life. I’m tired of wanting so much, of aspiring for so much, of dreaming so big… but living so small. I’m writing this down because I know I believe one day I’ll look back and laugh… or cry… or both. I’m writing this down to let myself know that I’m in pain. Now. Right now. I don’t want to be in pain right now, but I also don’t ever want to forget this hurt. I don’t want to believe that God, the universe, or Mother Nature (insert your own preferred being/denomination here) has seen fir for my life to be an endless struggle. There has to be more to life. There has to be a reason for all of this.
I’m writing this down to let whomever is reading this know that you’re not alone-- I’ve been there.
I was there.
I am there.
It’s ok to share your story. It’s ok to be heard. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here. Comment down below about something you’ve struggled with or currently are struggling with. Please don’t ever feel judged by me. DM me, if you’re more comfortable.
