At my lowest again
Life has been too heavy lately. Sometimes I wonder how I ended up here, how the weight of life could press me down so far that even the things I love start to feel distant.
My eyes just could not hold these tears back. I'm starting to lose interest in doing things. And my heart just feels a deep sadness.
But I realize that being at my lowest also means there's nowhere else to go but up.
Yes, I'm at my down times. But I'm also in the safest hands I could ever be in. My scars are not proof of defeat, but of survival. My tears are not wasted, but watered prayers.
Tired, but this person is not giving up 🥺
YOU ARE READING
Note to Self
NonfiksiThis is not just a simple story but a journal of my day-to-day experiences and become motivated every single day. If you want to be motivated, too. Feel free to read this journal. Nothing can stop you. Just read and be motivated.
