My Struggle is Beautiful

Beauty resides everywhere on our Mother Earth. Beauty comes in all different shapes and forms. Beauty is pain, beauty is success, beauty is even in the struggle. I realized growing up that everyone does not have the same lifestyle. Some grew up poor while others grew up rich. Some grew up to be happy while others grew up to become depressed. Beauty does not simply define how one looks. You can find beauty everywhere once you open your eyes.

I saw beauty in my struggle which later turned into success. I was never that happy child growing up. I came from a family who has a history of depression. I’ve attempted suicide and dealt with many low occurring thoughts and emotions. I found a way to maintain my peace and how to stay mentally strong. My life growing up as a kid to an adult was a struggle.
Not just any struggle a beautiful struggle
My beautiful struggle is starting out low and not so strong but then becoming who I am today.

My beautiful struggle is learning how to fight back and take back what’s meant to be yours and that’s life. I learned that the struggle may develop your life story but I also learned to never let it define who I am as a person. The struggle comes in pain, happiness, tears, grief, even beauty. That’s what makes the struggle so beautiful, it’s an inanimate object that helps you become the best version of you. The struggle helped me work harder, it motivated me in many different ways.

The struggle made me realize many things growing up. The struggle helped me realize that I can do anything I put my mind to.
The struggle helped me become the first in my family to go to college. The struggle motivated me to go to nursing school to help others with a struggle. The struggle helped me reach for my dreams to be ambitious and to set forth new goals.

The struggle is beautiful.
My struggle is beautiful.