I won’t lie, some days hurt more than others. Some mornings I wake up and just stare at the ceiling, wondering if I’ve got it in me to do it all over again. The weight doesn’t always show, but it’s there. And yet I’m still here. Somehow, I keep going. Maybe it’s stubbornness, maybe it’s hope, or maybe it’s just that small part of me that refuses to quit. Life isn’t easy. It gets messy, it gets dark, and sometimes it feels like you’re stuck in the same loop with no way out. But I’ve learned that surviving, even barely, still counts. Every time you make it through another day, that’s something. That’s strength. You don’t have to have everything figured out. You don’t need to be okay all the time. It’s enough to just exist, to breathe, to take one small step forward even when it feels pointless. Because those small steps add up, even when you can’t see it yet. If you’re struggling too, I get it. You’re not weak for feeling lost. You’re not broken for hurting. You’re just human, and that’s okay. Just don’t give up. Keep holding on, even if all you can do right now is stay alive. You matter. You really do.