I have decided I am quite brave. And so are the rest of us. Yes, it all sucks, and yes we get a tad depressed at times, and have a good old vent, but frankly I think we're all bloody fantastic.
And not in a "oh poor thing, isn't she doing well running a marathon" way, buy in a keep battling on against hopeless odds for the sake of family, friends, ourselves and life itself way.
Knocked down again and again, and we still get up, ready to face another round, face another day. And every day is a mystery. What might happen, what has happened overnight, and yet here we are.
Putting on the bravest face we can, and coming back for more. Cracking hardy, the whole "I'm fine" thing, the triumph of hope over experience. It is utterly inspiring how much people can take without giving up.
Yay us. Every day is a small victory. (May have had one too many happy pills, but I mean it.)
And not in a "oh poor thing, isn't she doing well running a marathon" way, buy in a keep battling on against hopeless odds for the sake of family, friends, ourselves and life itself way.
Knocked down again and again, and we still get up, ready to face another round, face another day. And every day is a mystery. What might happen, what has happened overnight, and yet here we are.
Putting on the bravest face we can, and coming back for more. Cracking hardy, the whole "I'm fine" thing, the triumph of hope over experience. It is utterly inspiring how much people can take without giving up.
Yay us. Every day is a small victory. (May have had one too many happy pills, but I mean it.)
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