Destiny. Calling. Mission. Purpose. Meaning.
What ever you call it, I've spent a lot of time trying to figure mine out.
Was I born to give my parents hope after losing their son?
Is my purpose to tell my story of a suicide attempt at age 12 to give another person hope that is feeling so much pain they can't go on?
Am I the person that was ment to stand by her husband through a horrible mistake that the world won't understand, to show love that others can't?
Am I ment to fight through depression, anxiety and self loathing to show love?
So many days I feel ordinary and boring, but I'm not. None of us are. We all have our mission. No matter how ordinary it may seem to us, it's not.
Some are called to be mothers, fathers, sisters or brothers.
If you think that's boring talk to someone who can't conceive a child or someone who's an only child or has no family.
You are amazing. You are the only you ever. Do your thing. Don't be so hard on yourself. Nobody else can do what you do, no matter if they think can do a better job...they can't
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