I woke up this morning with the usual annoyances you cause - the physical pain, the racing mind, the....everything.
However, despite all this, I have determined it is about time to write you this open letter and let you know I think you're a complete joke.
Don't you know that the more you pound on me, the tougher I get? Go ahead and keep forming that tough callous that may seem ugly, but is actually making the inside stronger and protected.
Go ahead and fill my days with uphill battles and over my head challenges - you're just training me to be stronger.
Lock me in this darkness. It's totally fine. Because when I get to be in the light , it makes the contrast seem so much more wonderful, creating a desire within me to fight for more time there I otherwise wouldn't even have realized I wanted.
It's no accident we have been spending less time together lately, you and I.
And as you distort my face in the mirror and show me how ugly I am, remember that I'm actually not looking at it as much anyhow because I've been outdoors a lot enjoying the sunshine. When you feed me lies for dinner, remember I'm saving room for a hefty dose of truth for dessert. When you tempt me to cut, burn, overdose or break down, please notice I've been too busy to even seriously consider those things for quite awhile.
When you hurt me, I'll turn to My Healer.
When you deceive me, I'll turn to Truth.
When you think you've got me, you're wrong.
You're still very much a part of my life - I'm not a supernatural wonder hero that can just ignore you completely. But it would seem you're getting quite a bit smaller. If I were you I'd be worried.
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