I am weak, I am afraid, I am so very fragile I frequently cry myself to sleep, and I often spend hours convincing myself to get out of bed.

What is important is that I do. Is that I go to work, I change my daughter, I feed my husband. I take care of what I need to and often neglect myself.

This is my sickness, this is my daily struggle.

Maybe it isn’t yours, maybe you say ‘at least’ to that.

At least you have a job.
At least you have a child.
At least you have a husband.

But it is still my struggle, it is still hard, and I am still proud to have continued to defeat it everyday.

Every struggle should be acknowledged, no matter how we might see each other. No matter the ‘at least’s.

Life is hard, no one is good at it.

At least we can all struggle through it together instead of comparing in some kind of morbid contest.



About lowkiespeaks

I am a poetess, a mother-to-be, a pround woman, and stubborn beyound reason. View all posts by lowkiespeaks

One response to “Contest

  • Virginia

    To belittle the “little things” is to take a giant stab at yourself.
    And to enjoy the little good things in life is to build you up.

    You helped me remember that, several times over the years. Thanks for being there when I need someone, I know that you don’t owe it to me but I appreciate it just the same.

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