I write to no one.

So, things have been rather difficult.
I haven't written about it--not even on paper--because I can't seem to find the words to explain it.
But I can't deny that it's there.
That there's a battle being fought.

The good thing about this?
The battle is being fought.
I haven't given up
I refuse to just play dead
I refuse to believe any less than victory.
It may take some time to get there, but I will.
It's promised to me.

I'm nervous about a few things.
Concerned with a few others.
But I'm trying not to get myself too worked up about it.
There isn't much I can do about it anyway.