You’ve reached the breaking point. What some people call the boiling point is overflowing, you’re about to break. You’re at the point where pain is the only thing you feel anymore and it’s time for it to stop!
It’s time for you to do something about it and make it stop, left to their own volitions, the people causing you pain will only continue, of that you can be guaranteed.
You’re at that point where normal is a stereotype that you’ll never have the luxury of living again. You’ll never be able to go back in that door to that place and think it’s normal. You know the way you live is not normal.
But what the hell IS normal anyways?
You know deep down that you can rise above. It looks bleak and you’re really not sure if you’ll make it to the other side of the battle that will be ensuing, but your thoughts are too far past complacency now. You can’t “just live with it” anymore.
You’ve got to make that break for it to save yourself. Your sanity, your future and your life. Save Yourself!
You have the desire to save yourself, you just lack the know how. Oh you think this is all you deserve?
I call BULLSHIT! I don’t care where you’ve come from, I don’t care what you’ve been through, you DO deserve what you dream of. You deserve anything and everything you work for. You are the only one that can capture your dreams however, and no one else because no one else knows what your dreams are made of.
Other people can never make you as happy as you can make yourself. Maybe all you need is a cheerleader in your corner telling you that you can do it because she has done it. Because in the face of adversity and hardship, she bucked up and told everybody to shut the fuck up and she pulled herself up.
That somebody is me. I pulled myself up, yeah I had a little help, but we all need a little help, a little encouragement, a little push back up onto our feet. Now it’s my turn to pass on that favor of encouragement and belief in you. I know you can do it, if my loser ass can pull myself up, so can you. I promise. You’ve read where I come from, what the circumstances were that led to the beginning of my life. So you know I didn’t have it easy, in fact, I was the family scapegoat for my sisters.
I can relate to you, I can understand where you are coming from and I know how it feels to not feel loved. I left my mother’s house to live with someone else who didn’t love me. I can relate.
Pain doesn’t have to be your life story though, sacrifice doesn’t have to be the name of the game in your life. Robbing Peter to pay Paul is something that’s temporary, not forever. Stick with me girl, I’ll show you the way to strength.
Until we make it to the other side, I’ll hold your hand.