Dec 16, 2016 'Little Fighter' By: Lunar (a.k.a Sabina) Life is a series of dark nights and bright days, Trust me, we've all had more than one bad phase, But there will be days to come that will be brighter, So hang on tight for the ride little fighter. If you have the resistance for not believing in yourself, Than you have the persistence to pick yourself up.
Hey Little Fighter Soon Things Will Be Brighter. To succeed, you need to find something to hold on to, something to motivate you, something to inspire you.
A Little Brighter Lyrics: Tryna find a point to start this / Spent the first half of my twenties getting retarded / Ordered up a jug no I don't need to many glasses / Now my vision blurred and I.
Mar 06, 2017 Hey little fighter, soon things will be brighter. October 19th. The day that changed everything. The day I was medically diagnosed with depression and anxiety.
'Here starts the journey, Here begins the adventure, Hold tight to my hand.'
'You, the fierce and wild, the bravery buried deep, the scream to the wind.'
'All we have endured
Hey Little Fighter Soon Things Will Be Brighter
will make us invincible. From the fire comes strength.' 'Sometimes I want less, less clothing and less waiting, less words and less space.' 'Don't call it a life, this half-hearted wandering through all of your days.' 'Living is a choice and we must make it each day the moment we wake.' 'It's ok you know, to be carried now and then, strength too needs a rest.' 'I am made of more; more than tears, more than heartache, more than all of this.' 'Pull closed the zipper and grab tight all your luggage the road is calling.'
What is the point? every waking minute the tears would flow down my cheeks. Granted there wasn’t many waking minutes in the early stages. Still today I look back and wonder how I carried on. I didn’t have a life anymore, I had an existence. To me everything had been taken away in the blink of an eye and now all I saw were the same four walls, felt the same pain and dealt with unrelenting suicidal thoughts. There was no definition to a day anymore, no weeks, no months, just another hour, another hour of emptiness. Sleep was my only escape and I just wanted to sleep forever.
I would look at my mum caring for her shell of a daughter and think she did it, she got through it and raised 2 children and had a quality of life. Slowly but surely with more energy came more fight. As soon as I could sit in bed I was determined I wasn’t going to give up on my studies. I kept the demons at bay by writing little poems about how I felt. Sketching when I could, keeping a diary. Can you imagine, no internet, no Netflix, no Sky TV, no social media and no interaction with the world outside. My parents did sign me up for AYME magazine (Association of youth with M.E) so every so often that would come through the post and brighten my day so I would know I wasn’t alone in my battle.
Because this was such a mentally traumatic time I think so much has been wiped from my memory. At some point along the way I decided I couldn’t go back to college but I was not going to give up on my A-Levels. My parents pushed to get me the support I needed from the teachers and in time I had the text books at home and a supply of study material from the college. Slowly but surely I worked through the work, I mean hey I had nothing else to do right?!? I really honestly believe that this decision saved my life however melodramatic it sounds lol. I had to go into college to do my exams but the college were amazing and arranged a private room, extra time and a more supportive chair. By the time I was taking my exams my movement had improved and I was able to go out in a wheelchair for small amounts of time, sit in bed and get to the bathroom by myself.
My grades were not as high as they would of been pre illness but I got enough point to get into my university of choice and that was all that matters. Still to this day I am so proud I didn’t give up. Having something to focus on however small can just spark that tiny fire inside you that hasn’t been extinguished and with that greatness can grow.
June 2002 and I had finished my A-levels but still was no where near well enough to go to university…. So what did I do, took an A-level in a year from bed. I then had A-level Sociology to add to my qualifications.
Everyone is different, everyone copes differently, no chronic illness sufferer is the same as another but from my personal experience when times are hard dig a little deeper because you are tougher.
Look for the tiny positives, focus on what you can achieve because little by little you can and you will make yourself proud. Draw strength from the people that stand by you, focus on their love and not the negative energy of the doubters, the non believers and the people that are too narrow minded to believe all disabilities are visible.