Finding the motivation that once fueled me, but now seems to have vanished, is a daunting search. Some days it feels promising and others hopeless.
Those hopeless days are the ones where friends are so very necessary. Whether it be a listening ear, someone to cry with, or a stern lecture of tough love...they keep me moving forward. The motivation to do, to feel, to act may be hiding in the depths of my broken heart, but I am trying not to shut myself off from the people who can help me find my back to who I am. I am letting the love in that will give me the strength to love again. Starting with myself.
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