Survived

 

At the end of the day, I just want to be proud of the

person I have become.  I want to be proud of the love

I gave-of the way in which I risked my heart despite

being hurt. I want to be proud of the effort I showed

those I cared about; I want to know with a ruthless

certainty that I showed up as much as I could, that I

made people feel seen, that I made those around me feel

less alone in this chaotic world. I want to be proud

of my life-of the way I healed, of the way I made mistakes

and learned from them, of the way I felt every thing

even when it wasn't convenient or comfortable. I want to 

be proud of the way I get, of the way I let go, of the way

I pushed myself to be a better person. At the end of the

day, I just want to be a able to say without hesitation

that I lived my life, that I did not just take a back

seat to my pain, or to my flaws, or to whatever

hardships came my way. I want to be able to say that

I am proud of the way I survived. I want too be able

to say that I did not take one day for granted.