Keep Walking – Keep Growing

I know there are days when you just want to completely breakdown. Days where you wonder if you can even find the strength to keep fighting because you’re exhausted.
But you keep it together. You smile and carry on like everything inside of you isn’t breaking. You help others without thinking to ask for help for yourself. You don’t want to seem weak. You don’t want to seem like a burden.
I know you’re hurting.

And I don’t know what it is you’re going through exactly. Maybe it’s a breakup. Maybe it’s work or school or million other things. People demand a lot from you and you never let anyone down. You never disappoint them. You bust your ass to appease people who don’t even say thank you. That takes strength.

So I want to say thank you on behalf of those who don’t appreciate what you do for them. I want to show my gratitude for those who don’t see what you’re going through. You make it look easy and that’s why people don’t realize how deeply you’re aching right now.

But I see. Your tired eyes wonder if there’s more than what you’re getting right now.

Listen – I’m going to start by saying I’m proud of you for how strong you are. Strength like yours comes in silent battles, people don’t know you fight. It comes in tears you either repress or no one knows you cry. It’s in nights where you lay awake wondering if there is ever going to be more for you.

But trust me – that unfulfilled feeling is good. It is there to show you that you aren’t in the right place anymore. Being uncomfortable is good. That means you are growing.
Maybe where you are right now, you’ve excelled as much as you can and there’s no place higher you can go. You should be proud of yourself for that.

But I need you to keep going. Keep trying. Keep working. Don’t lose faith. Because it’s in those moments where you want to get up, and walk away, and quit, comes something rewarding. There is something on the other side of this confusion and heartbreak and sadness.

You just have to get there first.
Just know you aren’t alone. I’m there with you.


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