You stand there, locked within the storm, and you do whatever it takes to make it through it.
Eventually, the storm clouds are forced to part with the power of the Sun’s light. Light triumphing over darkness. Bright beams splintering the gloom, calming our heart and mind with their warmth. Yet, we are often left feeling depleted. Empty.
In the aftermath of a life storm, when the darkness is still very much present, seducing us just to give in to it for a while; clinging to the light that is fighting to break through is often all we can do. Otherwise, we just give up. No one makes it through life without having to battle back from a dark time. No one makes it through without hitting bottom at least once. There will be events in life that scare us; events that force us to see people or ourselves in a light that is less than becoming. Actions we are not proud of. Bad will happen. It’s inevitable. You will face it and deal with it. Overcome it if you fight hard enough. But, you have to want to. You have to want to get through to the other side of anything life throws at you.Regardless of how emotionally hungover you are - You. Have. To. Want. It.
And, sometimes, you will have to fight for it.
Fight the darkness head on to shatter it. Cracks let the light back in. Fight yourself not to give in, when all you want to do in your exhausted state is hide in bed and forget about tomorrow. Sometimes, you have to fight for yourself. And sometimes the fight is within the letting go. For it takes more strength to let go of what you cannot change, recreate or turn back the clock to before it all went to hell.
Some will say; “Why bother, what’s the point?”
What’s the point? You are.
A woman asked me the other day; “Why do you fight so hard?” I thought a long time before answering her.
I fight because I can either be the champion of my existence or the enemy. I fight because I know the storms end eventually, and if I can see myself through them, the reward is an inner strength, calmness and appreciation of life I didn’t have before. I fight because it’s important to me that something good come from everything bad I have ever faced. I fight because the lessons I learn, can help others. I fight because I want the good back. I want to be happy and content.
I fight because I am worth it.
I fight because I will not allow anyone to rescue me. I don’t need saving. I don’t need a white knight. I fight because I can. Because I have to. Because I won’t accept anything less from myself. I fight because it’s life and shit happens and I won’t allow that to dictate my tomorrows or my moments.
I choose the light, always. Light infuses the new growth within. It chases back the shadows. It’s a cure for the emotional hangovers that works every time.
People die. Accidents happen. Loved ones hurt us in ways we never anticipated. Storms form and lash at us violently. Sometimes we bend by the sheer force of it til we feel like we will inevitably break and fall apart. Some storms last a long, long time. Others happen so fast we are left spinning in their wake. But, they end. They always end. You won’t be the same as you were before the storm, and maybe that’s the point. You emerge, changed. You fight back as hard as you can for as long as it takes. You cling to the smallest shred of light that appears through the cracks and do what it takes to make that shred as big as it can get.
Fight because you’re worth it. Fight because letting the bad win hurts more than the actual storm. Learn to acclimate. Learn to look for different ways to continue on. Better tomorrows will come. I promise. You will appreciate them on a new level, too. Seeing your world through new eyes and a deeper confidence in yourself.
Acclimate. Adapt. Change. Evolve.
All the steps needed to cure the emotional hangover and settle into yourself more than you ever thought possible. Consider it a gift from the storm. A stronger you. Capable of more than you were. Braver. Courageous.