Sometimes life just seems so hard
That seems so angst-y
It just that it seems filled with pain and sadness and so much heartache
That sometimes life just doesn’t seem worth it
After all what’s the big reward?
It’s supposed to be in life itself
But what if, it’s not?
What if you don’t reap the rewards?
Sometimes life with MS and anxiety and depression feels like this
It feels like all effort
And no great pay off
Maybe it’s just me
I don’t know
Maybe I can’t find happiness in the little things
Or maybe the happiness just isn’t enough
It doesn’t matter
What does matter?
‘What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.’
It matters if you can find the strength to persevere in spite of it all
It matters if you can find the courage to keep going when it feels like there so many more bad days than good
You matter even when you feel like you don’t
And that’s probably the hardest thing to remember
Especially when you keep trying to douse the flames from burning up around you
Instead of walking through them
(A picture of happier days 😏)