Some Sunday’s can be tough. I lose my sight of color. My sight of lines and clarity. My strength, my fulfillment. I don’t care how colorful my picture looks to you, my color is lost. People don’t always see your bad days. They don’t always feel or know what’s going on inside. The fight that brings you back to the rainbow. The fight that brings to back to breathing again. It’s tough. Regardless of how beautiful someone’s life looks, we all have struggles. Today is typically mine. It’s the reality of my reality. It’s not the need for attention, god no! Please don’t ask what’s wrong, this is nothing new, It’s taking a million parts of me to even post this. This is simply a reality. I’ll be fine. I am very good at picking myself up, it’s just the reality that we are all searching for something and trying to figure something out. Don’t feel alone in that. Sunday’s are the day I either rise, or fall to rise. Either way, a lesson is learned and progress is made. I see the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s ok to be in the moment and fall apart as long as you are willing to pick yourself back up. My point, don’t always promote perfection. No one on here is perfect, is always happy, has the answers to everything, has all the secrets to success without pain. I believe my pain will be my power. I am ok showing that ❤️ let Sunday guide you.
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