“Some of the most beautiful things
can indeed come from
terrible beginnings.”
So here’s the thing about living with the resulting memories after years of torment. It’s hell, for lack of a better term. In some instances, I’m able to daydream with my eyes open. To tap into the most beautiful, fictional universes, where I can experience whatever my heart desires. I’m able to use this light — at times — to bite back when I get knocked down. Proof that some of the most beautiful things can indeed come from terrible beginnings. At other times — most of the time, it seems — I’m getting eaten alive by the reminders of my past. And the paralyzing amount of anxiety I feel just keeps building. After years of struggling, I’m tired. But I have no choice but to keep fighting. Anything less would be admitting defeat.
© Sarah Doughty
And I cannot do that.
Sarah Doughty 
I love that you keep on fighting. It is such an wonderful quality. Great post.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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You know, I struggle with similar. It’s refreshing to read I’m not alone. I’ve been following your poetry for quite some time, and I feel like you have such an eloquent voice. I need to start thinking more on my beautiful things and less on the terrible beginnings. Keep fighting. I’ll fight too.
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I love your writing!
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“But I have no choice but to keep fighting. Anything less would be admitting defeat.
And I cannot do that.”
Just keep on fighting the good fight, girl! And know that you are awesome.🤩
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