Tuesday, October 9, 2012

A self infliction of sorts


I am doing it tough time this week. I know it is my own fault as I gave in to temptation and enjoyed a few glasses of red and some delicious chocolates. Knowing this though doesn't make the pain any easier to deal with. I have had a reminder this week that I need to be stronger when I don't have the pain to reduce the possibility of days like today. 

Doing it tough

I don’t want sympathy or stories,
I want strength.

Give me the strength to claw my way out of this deep black hole.
Better still,
Give me the strength to stop myself from sliding in in the first place.

Give me the strength to believe
in possibilities,
in better days,
in the dream of the pitter-patter of little feet.

Give me the strength to disregard the feeling of letting down the one I love,
the guilt and the regret for things I can’t provide him.

Give me the strength to have enough control to save important decisions for a better day,
And to make the right decisions on days like today.


Give me the strength to start again next month,
to resist the temptations of trigger foods and to believe that it is all worth it in the end.

I don’t need sympathy or stories,
I simply need strength.