Personal Reflection:
Some days don’t ask you to roar; they only ask you to keep breathing. It’s easy to think courage looks like grand gestures and heroic moments, but more often, it’s the decision not to give up when your body and spirit are both frayed. The quiet promise you make to yourself in the dark—that you’ll face the morning and try again—can be the bravest thing you do.
Reflective Prompt:
Think of a moment when you nearly gave up but chose to keep going. What was the whisper that made you stay the course, and how did that choice shape who you are today?
Memoirs of Madness 
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Thank you for this post (your personal reflection was beautifully written), and for the prompt. I hope I did you proud, Mangus! Here’s how I ran with it: Becoming Thru Grief.
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I agree with this wholeheartedly
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thanks Nicole
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For me, it’s not courage that keeps me going, that helps me open my eyes in the morning. It’s curiosity.
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right on
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