It’s all gone. Nothing looks the same nor will it ever be the same. You did your best, tried your hardest, gave your heart but it didn’t matter, all has been lost. The fall was excruciating but the climb back up is torture and terrifying and you doubt you can do it. You’re exhausted and more afraid than you’ve ever been and the temptation to stay down, cover your eyes and coast is intense. Doing nothing is easiest.
But Here is craziness. This landscape is ugly. You don’t like who you must be, who you will become if you stay, if you give up and lie on the dark and grungy bottom. You know people who have quit trying. They are shells. Hard on the outside and bitter on the inside. They take your Joy. You come away from them with a gnawing on your insides. And you know it’s their disease, the worm of despair that has infected them because they forgot they are the only ones who can save themselves.
They ignored the tug that was pulling them to their feet. They continually ignored the survival instinct each one of us has been gifted with so that the voice became smaller and smaller until it. just. went. away.
That same tug is coming from inside of you. The voice in your head tells you to “Get up!” This is your Courage. Your Courage has always been there. You know it: how it feels in your gut, the sound of it inside your heart.
Courage & Hope. You don’t have one without the other.
Remember those times when your Courage pulled you up through tough times? Even though this is the worst of times, and you think there is no way you can live through this, your Courage wants you to survive.
And you WANT to survive. You do. You always have.