Question

Some days feel heavy.
Not loud.
Just heavy.
I wake up tired
before the day even starts.
My body moves,
but my mind stays behind.
I look at the world
and think,
Why is this so hard for me?
Other people seem faster.
Stronger.
More sure.
I struggle in quiet ways.
I forget things.
I fall behind.
I try to explain
but the words tangle up
before they leave my mouth.
Trying does not look brave.
It looks small.
It looks like getting up
even when I don’t want to.
It looks like trying again
after messing up.
Some days I fail.
I feel slow.
I feel wrong.
I feel like I am broken
in ways no one can see.
But I keep going.
Not because I am confident.
Not because I am ready.
I keep going
because stopping feels worse.
I take one step.
Then another.
I rest when I need to.
I start again
when I can.
Trying is tiring.
It uses all my strength.
But trying also means
I have not given up
There are small wins.
Very small.
A task finished.
A kind word.
A moment of calm.
These moments matter.
They remind me
that struggle is not failure.
It is effort.
I may move slowly.
I may fall often.
But I am still moving.
Still learning.
Still here.
So I try again tomorrow.
Not perfectly.
Not easily.
Just honestly.
And for now,
that is enough.

Answer 1

thiss is so real bro and this is beautiful

Answer 2

are you okay??
i love the writing

Answer 3

Real writing, nice Job

Answer 4

<3 amazing job bbg and I'm sooooo sorry hugssssssssss