This month has been incredibly heavy.
I can’t pretend otherwise. I’ve caught myself desperately searching for a little peace, crying at 2 a.m., wondering what is wrong with me. I’ve been doing everything I can to stay strong, but some nights, the weight of it all feels unbearable. My mind is exhausted, my heart feels worn out, and sometimes I don’t even know how I’m still moving forward. Still, I’m here. Even on the days when I feel completely lost, I keep choosing to fight through the quiet battles that no one else can see.