And the battle rages on.
I don't really know what I've been fighting lately, to be completely honest. It's been less of specific mental illnesses and more of unidentifiable feelings. But words are daggers, and when someone says something that preys on my insecurities, the battle intensifies. And sometimes, it's next to impossible to keep up my strength. Or rather, to rely on His.
Yeah, it's next to impossible. But not impossible.
I fully believe that here, on this earth, there is no greater calling than to be a warrior for Christ's sake. There is no destiny more beautiful than the battle cry of not giving up, of never giving in. And so, come what way, I shall never, ever stop fighting. He is good, and He will carry me through.