“No matter how hard you get hit you alwaus get back up” “you rise, every time, you rise” “you are known for never giving up” “you inspire me to never give up, after all you’ve been through, makes me think I can do it too” “Morgan you’ve been through more than anyone I know and you have never let it ruin you” “you are what resilience looks like”
While all these comments and a million more I’ve gotten through the years, I’ve yearned for quite some time to be done with the falling down and getting back up again. The being known for never giving up, for rising above the ashes over and over. For showing up regardless. I’ve shifted my life and my identity that I didn’t realize I accepted in that viewpoint. Because if we are constantly living in the rubble, we never get to truly live the life we deserve. Why? Because holding onto an identity encompassed in traumas, sicknesses, measurements of success or sickenesses, we are allowing the greatest disservice to ourselves possible. Moving on with our life. Moving toward, creating, & living out an authentic healthy life free of the constant gracious reminders of our failing- but rising every time.
Please know I am forever grateful for the acknowledgement of my willpower, self will for health & justice. I will own my resilience, my fortitude, my hopeful soul, it’s all why I’m alive right now. But I will not allow it to define me anymore & I’ve worked hard to shift that in private.
I’ve also learned that being rock solid and yielding the highest caliber armor there is doesn’t make us badass. Being fictionally confident & seemingly self assured isn’t badass. What’s badass is tossing that armor aside, chucking a bomb into those walls we are hiding in & revealing our vulnerabilities so we can become more self aware & thus stronger than ever. Strength looks different in each season; all of them exhausting. The most powerful, admirable move I have ever made is by allowing others to be there for me. Letting them in. Into the darkest cracks that I’m afraid to know of myself. I am highly selective, intentional & I protect myself. But no longer in a way that ultimately fails me.
Most know the authentic me as MRB, or morg. & that feels the most real as well. For this season of life is incredible because it is the most honest version of me you’ve seen. My identity is not based on any persona cultivated and perpetuated by others. I am human, too. I look forward to continuing on this path, for the first time ever, it’s been paved entirely by me.