I battle with myself every time I feel alone or am by myself. I battle with finding what is good in me. I battle with the demons that tell me that I am not enough; for myself, for my husband, for my children, for my parents, my family and friends. I fight with these little voices that try to convince me otherwise and they struggle to overpower the doubt. But many times, it fails. I feel that these thoughts bombard me with the pollution of negativity; smoking my eyes, disfiguring my brain.
I wonder sometimes if I am the only one who goes through this.
Are there people out there who also swim through this world of uncertainty?
I wonder sometimes what they do to settle this battle.
Lately, I distract my thoughts with things that make me feel good. I journal, meditate, listen to my music, think of special people, and write my gratitude list. These practices have helped me see the minute and distant twinkles of the stars inside of me. I know that the battle is lingering but I also know that the pollutants are not completely winning.
