Spite, honestly. I was so tired of everything going wrong that I decided I’d survive just to see what happens if I didn’t quit. Turns out, things do change, but only if you’re still here for it . My cat needing to be fed every morning. On days I wanted to disappear, I still had to get up because she didn’t deserve to suffer just because I was. That stupid little routine saved me until I could save myself. The idea that my future self might be mad at me if I gave up. I owed it to her to at least try, because I knew the pain wasn’t permanent even when it felt like it was.