Tonight when the demons in my head want to take over, I’m reminding myself that I am amazing, and I have accomplished things I dreamt about for years.
I graduated from college. I have a B.A. in psychology. Other people had that. Not me. But now I do.
I’m getting my Master’s degree in social work.
I am a published writer.
Yes, my brain and other people are tearing me down and screaming at me that I can’t do anything right.
But the evidence? The evidence is that I have survived 16 years of special needs parenting. And that is an accomplishment.
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I survived 19 years of being a military spouse. Not everyone does that.
I crawled my way through years of severe back pain and two surgeries. And I came out the other side.
Anxiety, depression, people who don’t like me and think I’m worthless?
You won’t win.
I will get back up.
I will NOT give up.
I might have to stop and regroup. Give myself breathing room and take my meds.
That doesn’t mean I’m weak or incapable.
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It means I am smart enough to recognize when I need help. I’m strong enough to get back up. My brain and the naysayers don’t get to win.
Because I am enough!
Originally published on the author’s blog