Yes. For many of us, it has.
Not because we’re weak.
Not because we’re failures.
But because the weight became too heavy, and we didn’t know how to carry it anymore.
It creeps in at 3AM.
Or when everyone’s laughing and you feel like a ghost.
Or after hearing “you’ll be fine” one too many times when you’re not fine.
But here’s what most of us learned — sometimes rock bottom isn’t a grave.
It’s a door.
A terrifying, painful, silent door.
But one that can lead to rebirth.
Not everyone will understand what you’ve felt.
But that doesn’t make your pain less real.
And it doesn’t make you less valuable.
So don’t call it failure.
Call it awakening.
A moment your soul screamed, “Something has to change.”
And if you’re still here —
That means you listened.
You’re not broken.
You’re being rebuilt.
Stay here. You’re not done yet.