My people make this a we battle, not a me battle….
I call my support system “my people.” My people who still love me despite the stigma that surrounds my recent diagnosis. My people who stay up with me until 3 a.m. when I need to talk, hug me when I cry and remind me daily that they love me. My people are why I fight when I don’t think I have anything left. My people remind me that I am not alone. My people mean everything to me.
My people make this a we battle, not a me battle.
Fighting a we battle is so much more powerful than fighting a me battle. My me battle is lonely. It is lonely, scary and extremely dark. But when that battle changed to a we battle, suddenly it became a little less dark, a little less scary and a lot less lonely. (The Mighty)