So much is done now. So much I’ve pulled through. I’ve accepted the pain that has come with the ask I had for myself. I lived with it. I dealt with it. I learned from it and I gained new strengths by overcoming it. Now I sit here almost done with everything and I have energy to spare. I have it because I found it when I didn’t have it. That’s made all the difference. It’s always been in there. Inside somewhere deep in my mind, I just had to create the scenario that forced it out of me. That made me need to bring it out in order to continue, that I’ve done. Now I get to enjoy what this feeling is like. I’m loving how I feel.
The path wasn’t easy, and I never expected it to be. There were moments when I thought I was at my limit, but something inside of me refused to give in. That little spark, that deep-seated resilience, was there all along—waiting for me to call upon it. I had to push myself beyond what I thought was possible, forcing myself into uncomfortable places where my only option was to grow or fall apart. Each step I took forward, despite the pain, brought me closer to this point.
Now, I sit here, not just as the person who endured but as someone transformed. I see the hurdles I once feared with a new perspective, as mere stepping stones to where I am now. My body still aches, but it’s a different kind of pain now—it’s the kind that reminds me I’m alive, that I’ve earned this moment of reflection. The exhaustion, once overwhelming, is now a badge of honor.
I’ve learned that energy isn’t always something you can feel or hold onto. Sometimes, it’s something you have to create. By pushing through every trial, I didn’t just endure; I thrived. I became more than I was yesterday. Every challenge, every struggle, brought something new out of me, and now, as I sit here in the calm after the storm, I realize just how powerful I’ve become.
