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Sometimes I get the same nightmares. I keep entertaining the same fears. What if I never wake up from this nightmare. What if there is no end to this.

The truth is, I don't know either.

It is a process. A long-haul process of healing, and finding that little light to live by.

Choose to hope, choose to be. Be resilient and being true to your hopes and ambition. Even in the face of fear, keep walking.

One step at a time to work through the chaos. Trusting in the process and making everyday count. Healing is a fickle thing: it doesn’t happen in neat stages, but it can loop, sting, relapse, then soften. But there’s power in quiet persistence. Power in waking up and choosing again and again not to give in.

And maybe that’s what resilience really is: not being unshaken, but being willing to shake and still not walk away from your own life.

Hope is not some magical, glittery thing. It’s choosing to care even when it hurts. It’s whispering “maybe” when your mind screams “never.”

Easier said than done, but thank you for showing up when other people didn't.

With utmost love,
juggling jack