When I feel like the weight of it all has me ready to give up...

I replied this to another's cry for help, and I received such a response of positivity and encouragement to repost as an OP for others to find it more readily, that I couldn't not do this. I honestly have a hard time believing that anyone would actually value my humorous wit and advice I give. In the same breath I'll swear there is absolutely NOTHING that I wouldn't do in order to help someone else. I am a giver at heart, and I truly love seeing others be helped by something I sacrificed to provide. So, here goes:

Sometimes I wake up and feel like the weight of it all is just too darned much. It feels like I can't fight the uphill battle any longer. The pull of the world and the pain and the disappointment and the exhaustion and the sadness is like a tug-of-war, and it's pulling me So. Damned. Hard...

As much as I don't want to give in, I definitely agree it's very tempting to throw in the towel. Then, I think of how much fun I used to be and to be around, tell my butt to get up and stop all this belly-aching! Usually by this point, I've gathered enough of my oxygen hose up in a loop I sort of resemble a distorted version of Crocodile Dundee if you are without your glasses and you squint a bit. It helps at this point if you have extremely poor vision. So, I find myself with my hero-Dundee coil in my grasp and a semi-breathless, yet convincingly determined, tone to my voice. The voice then tells me in no uncertain terms is this chick isn't going to "give in" to anything! I was given a will this strong for a reason, and it wasn't to "give in". Shortly thereafter, a series of four letter words may or may not escape my lips, all in purely good intentions, I assure you. You see, for me, sometimes getting a bit angry fuels me like nothing else ever has. You know, for example, when ai thinks of hungry children across the US, and world... I get mad. When I think of bureaucratic red tape and ignorant, poorly-executed policies that have no logic attached ... I get mad. These things tend to get me fired up enough, I find that inner vigor that is held in reserve. I use that bit of reserve to remind myself I will not lose that fun girl I remember from way back before I got sick. And I promise myself, again, that I will not give in. Not today, that is. Today... Is safe from the likes of this chick, giving in. And... I make it through another day as best I can. Without... Giving In.

I hope this helps someone the way it helps me each and every day I make a decision not to give in.

Hugs to you all.

-Christi