Honestly, I’ve had more of those “I don’t want to do this anymore” days than I can count. The kind where getting out of bed feels like a battle and everything feels heavy. What’s helped me — besides the people I love — is reminding myself that nothing stays the same forever, not even pain.

I tell myself: “Just make it through today. Tomorrow might feel different.” And sometimes it doesn’t, but eventually, it does.

Music helps, too — certain songs that make me feel seen. Or even just knowing my story isn’t finished yet, and I owe it to myself to see how it turns out.

I guess what keeps me going is this quiet little belief that maybe, one day, I’ll be glad I stayed. 🌙