Scraped, scarred and scared

You will get up.

You're not going to get it right. Not on the first try, not the second and probably, not the third. You will stumble and trip. You won't even be able to count how many bruises you have. You'll be scraped. You'll be scarred and you'll be scared. You will fall. And I may not know you, but I know you will get back up.
Because that trophy, that medal, that sash, ribbon, certificate, pat-on-the-back, that award, that reward, will not come if you don't. You will get up because you hate the 8 different pills you take 2 times a day. You will get up because you hate that you hate your mom when all she does is good. You will get up because you were just born this way, and there's nothing you can do about it. You will push through. You will fight and eventually, you will win.
You will get back up. You will "brush it off", "shake it out" and "try,try again". You will get up off the ground, bandage your wounds and get back to work, trying to become a smarter you, a stronger you, a healthier you, a better you. You beat yourself, not others. You will strive, not to be better that the best,
but to be better than the you you were yesterday. You will strive towards the tomorrow you, the next week you, the next year you. I may not know you, but I know you will get up because you. Are. Strong.