only the strongest soldiers
croi agus neart leon
It’s sad that we go through traumatic experiences that we carry throughout life and one day it’s like nothing. The people around us carry on without any knowledge of the interior wounds we feel and the lifetime it will take for all of us to get over it.
I want to be the person who is there for them on the absolute worst day of their lives. The day they decide they want to live but the only way they will is if they fight. And giving up means the end. Giving up means the disease has won. I want to be that push they need when failure seems enticing and recovery seems so far away. I want to be there so these people know there is reason to live and the sun can shine even on the darkest days.
Just bend the pieces til they fit. Like they were made for it. Like they were meant for this, but they’re not meant for this.