When you're going through hell

"When you're going through hell
Keep on moving
Don't stop now
If you're scared, don't show it
You might get out
Before the devil even know you're there"

... Fair enough.

I live my entire fucking life for others, and I would never have it any other way. I love violently and I live passionately and every single blow to my confidence shakes me to my core. There are days like this where I push myself beyond the edge and I can't think and my entire life feels shallow to the very end, but I know, I know somewhere behind it all there is a fucking purpose here. There are children who look up to me and there are peers who stand beside me and there is a horse in a comfortable stall in northern Florida who is a dream maker and I cannot lose this, and I will not watch myself fucking fall.

"When one door opens to another door closed
I hope you keep on searching
Till you find a window"

If I have to recite stupid songs and sayings over and over until I get the point, I will. I don't care. [Imagine prose better than this - I have edited for the sake of sanity, clarity, and the future that now exists.]