Hey, you. Yeah you – the one reading this post. I have something that I really, really want to say to you. It’s probably something you don’t get told too often, or maybe it’s something you get told all the time and you just shake it off as an easy compliment. But I really want you to listen to this, because I mean it.
I’m so proud of you.
I’m so proud of you for fighting every day – whether it’s an anxiety disorder, depression, bipolar, insomnia (aka parenthood), trauma, or just the stresses of everyday life. Whatever your personal battle is, I’m proud of you for going at it.
I’m proud of you for struggling; sometimes making progress, sometimes not.
I’m proud of you for being the voice.
I’m proud of you for trying to understand, or for understanding all too well.
I’m proud of you for sympathising, empathising, listening, and checking in.
I’m proud of you for your candour, for your instagram pictures – edited and unedited.
I’m proud that you show up, and I’m proud when you can’t.
I’m proud that you keep fighting, striving, trying, agonizing, and giving it your best shot, even when you feel like you’re just doing it out of habit,
I’m proud of you for writing, proud of you for blogging, for painting, for singing, for playing, for meditating, for expressing everything you feel and everything you wish you didn’t.
I’m proud of you for reaching out.
I’m proud of you for trying. For waking up and thinking ‘today will be a good day’, and then you find yourself exhausted by midday and hitting a wall of negativity by the afternoon and getting bad news on top of more bad news and you’re wondering ‘when am I going to catch a god damn break?’ while you crawl into bed at night, only to wake up in the morning and think ‘today will be a good day’.
I’m proud of you for putting yourself out there, when you have no idea what’s around the corner.
I’m proud of you for connecting, for inspiring, for motivating, and for uplifting those around you, even when you’re the one who needs it the most.
I’m proud of you for speaking, for hearing, for loving, for hurting, for crying, for laughing, for living, for being.
I’m so fucking proud of you, all of you, every single one. Those who I know in real life, those I’ve met through social media, through my blog, those who have come here straight from google for one reason or another, those who I am yet to meet and those who would prefer to remain anonymous and that’s okay – I’m proud of you too. You all inspire me and motivate me, you give me a reason to write and to laugh and to cry and to wake up and show up and most of all to try.
So thank you.