In low moments.
Moments of self doubt.
Moments of questioning.
I’m grateful to my friends.
The one’s who see the real me.
Who remember who I am.
Who remind me of who I am.
The girl I once was.
The woman I am now.
Who remind me of who I come from 
where I have go from.
and where I have to go. 
The friends I have
never let me forget 
that I am capable
I am strong
and that I 
have the ability
 to push through.
When I was feeling low, a friend sent me this: