A friend of mine has been given multiple challenges in this life.
She survived abuse through her teenage years, and when the courts threw her case out because “too much time had elapsed” while she was waiting for court dates and to be heard in court, she turned her situation into a social campaign to bring awareness to that injustice, to which she still campaigns for today.
In the meantime she was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease. She struggles to eat, and is constantly being poked and prodded and she’s in and out of treatment centres receiving treatment for her Crohns.
This year she was diagnosed with stage 2 liver fibrosis.
A couple of months ago she posted these brave and vulnerable words, and I just came across it.
She is not alone in this feeling.
We all have feelings of inadequacy and like we aren’t enough.
I couldn’t help but think how much more do we need to be?
How much more does she need to be?
How much more could she possibly give to feel like she’s enough?
How much would be enough for the rest of us?
At what point in our life do we get to say, I’ve been as generous as I can be, I’ve been grateful, I’ve made an impact in this life.
At what point can we say, I’m only one person but I’ve done the best I can with the cards I’ve been dealt, and I will continue for as long as I can, and that will be enough.
We may stumble and fall but shall rise again; it should be enough if we did not run away from the battle. Mahatma Gandhi