Question

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some mornings you don’t wake up,
you surface.
like the night tried to keep you
and you had to pry yourself free.

your bones are tired of being brave.
your chest feels crowded with things
you were never taught how to name.
and the world?
the world is loud, heavy, impatient,
asking you to move when all you want
is five more minutes of not existing.

they say try harder.
parents say be grateful.
voices meant to protect you
become the ones that cut the deepest,
until you start wondering
if you were ever enough to begin with.

but listen.

there is still a part of you
that swings its legs out of bed
even when your heart begs you not to.
a part that breathes through the weight,
that shows up bruised but breathing,
that keeps choosing one more day
without calling it courage.

that part is quiet.
it doesn’t roar.
Ii whispers,
not today. im still here.

resilience doesn’t look like strength.
it looks like shaking hands
and unfinished thoughts.
it looks like crying in the bathroom
and then fixing your face anyway.
it looks like surviving
without applause.

so if today all you did
was exist,
if you carried your pain
without dropping it on the floor,
if you stayed, even reluctantly

that counts.

you are not weak for dreading the morning.
you are not broken for feeling heavy.
you are proof that something inside you
refuses to disappear.

and maybe that’s enough for now.

Answer 1

this hits hard

Answer 2

Amazing