"My parents raised a fighter, but this fighter is tired"
What? A fighter? and tired?
"No, I mean... there were times when it felt like things were too heavy for me to carry."

Okay, I got your point. But here's my say.
Whenever I feel down, I always keep this in mind:

Who am I to complain?
When I can't even pay them back the
sacrifices they've made for us to survive.

Who am I to cry?
when these tears can't be compared
to all the pain they have endured.

Who am I to quit?
When they had taken it far enough
just to keep us going.

And last,
Who am I for you to listen?
No, I don't want you to listen.
I am not even giving you a piece of advice.
I just want you to realize their worth.

When all else fails, to whom are we seeking refugee?
PARENTS.
Today, I want you to honor them.
I want you to keep fighting
I want you to keep going
I want you to smile.

My dear fighter,
Doors are always open
Choose a way where you can enjoy living.
Learn to rest, but never quit.