As long as I’ve had you, I’ve known one thing: I will not let you win. You may knock me down some days or render me useless for the moment, but I will not stop fighting. I will not let you win.
You tell me that no one likes me as an attempt to defeat me. You feed me lies so that I will cut off those around me. You succeed from time to time, but I will not let you win.
I spent most of my life trying to hide you. You told me that everyone would reject me if they knew about you. I believed you. In hiding you, I was letting you win, but not anymore. I will not let you win.
I tell others about you so that they can fight you themselves. I raise awareness of you. I make sure everyone knows you’re real. I have set out to destroy you. I will not let you win.
You try to define me. Others may allow you to define me, but you are not what makes me who I am. I will not let you win.
God makes me who I am. God loves me despite of you. God gave me you to make me stronger, and with Him on my side, I will not let you win.
Because of you, my life is a constant up hill battle. Because of you, I have to gather courage to get out of bed in the mornings. Because of you, there are nights when I don’t think that I can go on, but because I don’t want you, I persevere. I will not let you win.
You are a driving force that constantly motivates me, but do not confuse this with a need for you. I do not need you. You are a curse that will make me a better me, but that does not make you a blessing. You have stolen much of my childhood and my youth, but no more. I will not let you win.
I used to fear you. I used to let you control me. I’ve since realized that you should fear me. You are no longer my nightmare, but I am yours.
You will never win.