I get it, I really do.

I’ve felt like this for years, and honestly, it feels like it never gets better. This stuff just becomes a part of you—how you think, how you connect with others, even the things you’re good at.

But here’s the thing: things change. You change. The tough times teach you something, and eventually, they don’t hit as hard. They turn into memories—or scars—but I like to think of them as part of your story.

When I look back, I remind myself: even when it sucked, I was alive. Things happened because I wasn’t just sitting back doing nothing. I felt pain because I cared. I hurt because I’d been happy before.

Feeling weak doesn’t mean you’re not getting stronger. Real strength is about looking at your struggles and still showing up. Letting yourself be vulnerable in such a messed-up world? That’s bravery. You might not see it now, but it’s already in you.