To the weaker me:
You wasn't always this fragile. There was a time when your strength was all you had and you clung to it like a life support. You were a survivor. Of so many things. Abused. Left. Alone. But never scared.
You were a fighter. You never gave up. You never let yourself. Who are you now? Why are you laying there... Crying... Unable to get up... Unshowered.... Unmotivated.... GET UP!
I am in you... I've never left. Listen to my voice my weak self. Hold onto me again. Let me pull you from this place.
Don't think of the past.. You beat it already. You won. When everyone rallied for you to fail you persevered and you came out better than before. When you stumbled you got right back up. You never stayed down. Emotional scars can hurt the most. They can fester and hold you back. You know the truth weaker self.
You ARE strong. You ARE a fighter. You know the truth about yourself. You are not that scared little girl afraid of the footsteps down the hall. You are not the teenager that begged for love from all the wrong people. You are not worthless strong one.
You are the strongest woman I know. I am you and you are me. Let me pull you from this place. Let me carry the burdens for awhile. Let me be the weaker one and sleep inside you and not get up. Let me hold that scared little girl for awhile.
Get up... You are not weak.. You are me and I am you.
