This year was meant to be hard. I was facing a slew of problems that had been swept to the side accumulating in towers that perforated my personality. It was tough. Several times I wanted to give up – it’s so much easier that way. But I kept going thinking I was finally on the right track – I was fighting the good fight.
About a week ago, I found out just how fragile life can be. I spend what feels like the majority of my time fighting, battling, losing, but sometimes winning and getting stronger. I never realised how easily that can all be taken away by a mere whim. It was by far the most frightening moment of my life and I probably never will fully recover.
Right now, it’s hard to want anything more than to just be alive, but maybe that’s exactly what I’ve been fighting for all along.