Get up.

I know it hurts.

I know yo're tired.

I know something inside you feels likel it's been dragged through fire.

But hear me.

This is not where you break.

This is where you harden.

First, you suffer. Then you steal yourself. ANd only then you rise.

You thought this pain came to defeat you.

No. It came as a battle cry.

A war drum in the dark. A fist pounding the inner gate, saying "Wake up!"

Not for them.
Not for the ones who left.
Not for the ones who judged you.
Not for the ones who watched you bleed and still called you weak.

Wake up for you.
Because you have bowed to the wound long enough.
You have let the past command your name long enough.
You have carried shame that was never your long enough.

Enough.

Stand up inside yourself.
Set your feet like a soldier.
Let the pain strike the false ground beneath you.
Let it tear away the mask.
Let it break the illusion.
Let it drag you out of the grave you kept bleeding in.

You are not the wound. You are the one who endured it.
You are not the pain. You are the one who survived it.

Pain didn't end you. It revealed you. 

That is awakening.