Tired

I’m tired.

I’m tired of fighting.

Fighting this battle.

Fighting myself.

I hate this.

Some days, I hate myself.

I hate being so broken that I have to hide me from everyone.

I have to hide how broken I really am.

Sometimes, I even try to hide a lot of my brokenness from myself.

But there is hope.

There is healing.

There is One who has taken this on Himself.

One who will be my comfort in my pain.

I look to Him.

I look to His grace.

I know there’s coming a day.

A day when this pain will help others heal.

I just need to get there.

One day at a time.

One step at a time.

Hold tight.