Today, you hated the idea of waking up again. Yet you dragged yourself out of your bed and fought the urge to go back to sleep. You’re going to be late so you made your bed, prepared your bath, and the cold water woke your whole senses up. Hey, little fighter, good morning!

That voice inside your head is on repeat for a week now. It’s constantly telling you to give up. The influence to book that flight, disappear for a week, and remember that the light is dimming yet again seems too hard to resist. Yet you fight because you know your hard work will eventually pay off.

You wonder if it’s too late, and the urge to stay still and let fate do the works for you is overpowering.

You stopped with your passions — you dreaded writing, you squirm at the sight of a paint brush, you don’t even know the keys to press on the keyboard anymore, you think you lost your voice so you hated singing — and they are adding up to the pothole of frustrations.

You learned how to let things go. You learned it the hard way that letting go of things you thought of having for a long time has been a lot easier that sometimes it doesn’t even require second-thoughts. You let go because you really don’t care about what needs to be done anymore.

It’s a long day of routine work, and some things don’t just add up. You grind, do what you need to do, but all you are thinking is about going home so you could just lay in bed without bother. Yet, as soon as your head hits your pillow, all the dreads come rushing in as if they have waited all day to remind you about your life and how lost you really are. You can’t sleep. They don’t allow you to sleep.

Yet here you are, you fight because you know your faith is stronger than the demons overthinking inside your head. You take your much-needed rest because God has promised you that He alone can give you peace.

You hold on to the idea that even though you feel alone, you are never lonely — because even if the universe conspires to insist that you are not good for anybody, at least you are certain that you are good for you.

Hey, little fighter, it’s okay.

It is okay to cry and fall down. It is okay to surrender and accept defeat. It is okay to do nothing but procrastinate. It is okay to stay still and let time pass as long as you want. It is okay to defer your dreams, and it’s okay to think about all things negative, but always remember to spread your love to the world.

You must remember, too, that you are strong and life has a funny way to manipulate you into thinking that you are not. You are strong because you have a strong God that consistently waits for you to call. You are strong because of all the days you told yourself that you couldn’t, here you are, emerging victorious.

Of all the things you learned while fighting yourself, I hope you remember that one thing that defeats all the worries: Sometimes you want to give up on everything, but you didn’t, and yet, here you are, you fight.