Draft Post from last year.
You know how sometimes, even though we know deep inside that we’re strong, there still comes this point in our lives when we feel questioned about that strength, if it’s really there?
It happens to me all the time.
If I would look back at the girl who survived a round trip visit to hell and back, I would sometimes wonder where that girl is. If she’s still alive or something killed her that I don’t know about.
Sometimes, I miss her. Like I know I would be better if she was me. If she was fighting this battle, I know she’d definitely win it. Nail it down like she’s been doing for years.
I was constantly wanting her to come back, wishing she’d be here instead. But you know what, as I’m typing this entry, I realized that she’s not really gone, it’s just there’s so many things happening in my life right now that I always forget to see her, to acknowledge the fights she’s fighting for me.
