Every day is a battle.
I know anxiety has 8 legs and it crawls seeking to end.
I know depression has the strength of a hundred.
I know regret is a blinding pain and the screams of guilt are deafening as they are silent.
And I know some days it’s tempting to leave this all behind.
To leave the pain and fear.
To step away from the mountains you are tired of climbing.
But your mountain is not meaningless.
What you are going through does not define or describe you.
Your mountain is an invitation to stay and climb.
And struggles like mountains were not made to be climbed alone.
And you were not made to climb alone.
We were made to climb together and so we will.
We were made to be together for each other.
We were made to stay.
Stay for tomorrow.
Stay for what is to come.
You were made for more than yesterday.
You were made to live and living is a hard thing, but being alive is a good thing.
Staying here together is better than leaving alone.
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Some days you'll need the open road and loud nostalgic music.
You'll need phone calls with family and conversations with old friends.
Some days you'll need the rain and you'll need the window down.
Some days you'll need to get out of the car and take a picture in the middle of the road, or pull over to watch the sunset.
Most days you'll need a cup of coffee and an open Bible.
And you'll need to get a refill on both.
Some days you just need to be reminded that today is another day.
And you'll need to do things to remind yourself that you're you and you're alive to live.
But every day we will need each other and we will need to be reminded that we aren't alone.
Every day we will need meaningful hugs and hopeful smiles.
We will need to hear we are loved and that it's ok for us to be ourselves.
Some days we will have to ask to be told these things; other days honest words of love will be freely spoken into our lives.
And those are the days we live for.
Those are the days that keep us alive.
And being alive is a good thing.