Some days are hard. The stress of life, jobs, relationships, pain, and an uncertain future can be enough to make me want to curl up in a ball and cry. These feelings are real. The issues in life are real. My pain is real.
Sometimes I'm in a bad place that I can't talk myself out of, where I can't find it in myself to be positive. These moments don't usually last longer than a day. I don't know exactly what it is that snaps me out of it... a good night's rest, my pain getting under control, the dopamine in my brain resetting, the hope of a new day, God's grace and His amazing and perfect timing.
You see, I'm not a quitter. My parent didn't raise me that way. I saw them work through tough times whether they wanted to or not. I saw them stand up and fight for what they needed and for what was right. So I will not give up. I've had to endure things that I did not choose for my life. But I am not defined by it. And I have the strength and hope to keep going. To not give up and to keep fighting for the joy in my life.
I will never, ever give up.