She was down, she was sad.
She felt lost, she felt mad.
The days were long, tiring and tough.
She held on though. Because, of love.
As the year went on and came to an end.
She finally realized it was time to shift, it was time to bend.
The moment had come when transforming was vital.
Change was happening and she was no longer idle.
She pushed on the gas and that’s all it took.
A shift in perspective to start a new book.
“Perspective is power”
This poem was literally off the top of my head and it signifies my last 12-16 months and the mental battles I have been dealing with. The war in my own head.
Suicidal thoughts, major anxiety which formed a depression that would just basically hold hands with my anxiousness all day long.
This battle will come to an end and my story ends with me winning either way.
Speak into yourself often. It’s more powerful then we are taught it is.
I hope you know and believe in yourself enough to know that whatever you are going through is not your end. It does not define your story and you can start a new page every single day that allows an ending YOU WANT.
Perspective has literally altered my mindset and it’s only getting sharper.
Someone once said, “Fear of what is coming in the future, is anxiety and fear of what has happened in the past, is depression.
Why do we not focus on the present?
Thank you for reading