The Battle Within
Choosing My Day
Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight peek through my window, I take a deep breath and make a choice. Some mornings, it’s easy. The promise of a fresh start feels real and attainable. Other mornings, the weight of anxiety and depression greets me before I’ve even opened my eyes, and the choice to rise above it feels impossibly hard.
The hardest battles I fight aren’t external—they’re internal. The voices in my head, the relentless inner dialogue that tells me I’m not good enough, capable enough, or worthy enough, can be deafening. They feed off my insecurities, magnifying my smallest mistakes, and twisting them into proof of my inadequacy. Living with these voices is exhausting, but I’ve learned that I don’t have to believe everything they say.
For a long time, I did. I let those voices dictate how I saw myself, and in doing so, I let them dictate my life. Anxiety and depression are masters of deceit; they masquerade as truths, but they’re really just lies born of fear and self-doubt. It took me years to understand that I have the power to question them, to push back, and to rewrite my narrative.
Believing in myself and loving myself didn’t come naturally—it still doesn’t. It’s a practice, one I have to commit to every single day. Some days, it’s as simple as looking in the mirror and saying, “You’ve got this.” Other days, it’s harder. It’s reminding myself that it’s okay to struggle, that progress isn’t linear, and that my worth isn’t determined by how “together” I seem.
The key for me has been recognizing the power of choice. Even on my darkest days, when everything feels heavy and my mind is a battlefield, I remind myself that I have a say in how I respond. I can choose to give in to the negativity, or I can choose to fight for even the smallest moments of peace and joy. Some days, that choice looks like a long walk to clear my mind; other days, it’s simply deciding to get out of bed.
Choosing my day doesn’t mean every day is perfect—far from it. But it means that I take ownership of my journey. I remind myself that brighter days are ahead and that even on the toughest days, I’m still moving forward. It’s not about pretending everything is okay; it’s about finding small victories, even in the midst of struggle.
To anyone reading this who feels like they’re drowning in their own inner dialogue: I see you, and I understand. The fight is hard, but it’s worth it. You are worth it. Start small—choose one positive thought, one moment of self-compassion, one act of self-care. Over time, those small choices add up.
Every day is an opportunity to rewrite the narrative, to push back against the voices that tell us we’re not good enough. And while it’s not always easy, it’s always worth it. Today, I choose to believe in myself. What about you?
xo B
