No it isn’t easy
When exhaustion sets in it becomes a mental war between your will to keep fighting and that ever present voice telling you to give up
Black, blue, sweat, tears, cracked and frayed
Your outer appearance may look pristine to the world
Your insides raw from the weight of all that has pushed back against your resilience
But keep pushing
Keep pushing
Diamond’s aren’t made without pressure
Grapes turn to wine only when pressed
Spirit rises to the occasion of survival only when light breaks through darkness
Over and over and over again