There were just some days that I woke up and I felt absolutely powerless, helpless and downright beaten. It was a rotten feeling. It sucked... Out loud... Then I would sit up at night and wonder, "How the HELL did I end up here? This wasn't supposed to be my life!" Yuck...
All around the room, I've put up pictures of my kids as a constant reminder that I need to keep fighting, stay motivated and show my kids that mom is gonna keep on going. I want to show them by example that when you're down, you have to pick yourself up and try harder. I refuse to let them see me as the mouse. I refuse to let my kids become mice. A scrapper I am, so shall my children be and through them I find my strength, dammit!
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