The Enemy in Me

I just hate the thought of me giving up on something I know would give me real happiness. I hate it when I am weakened and fail to do the things that would direct me to where I should be real heading. I hate it when I cannot overcome challenges and battles that come along my way. I hate it when I am defeated, not by somebody else, but myself. I hate it when I get tired of fighting and just lose the string of hope that I hold. I hate it when my enemy is Myself. 


I have come to terms that in order to overcome the enemy in Me, I have to befriend it. Know its likes and dislikes. Study the art of taming it. Learning what it loves and what it hates. Listening to it could be a good start. Allowing it to capture me in a way that I would know how it could perform its tactics on me...the tactic of influencing and maneuvering the way I live my life. I could not afford to allow it to take over my being. Lastly, I could not just consider it an IT in my life because from the very start, it has always been a ME. It has always been MYSELF. It has always been I.