Personal Reflection
Most mornings don’t come with fanfare—they come with weight. The kind that presses down before your feet even hit the floor. I’ve had days where I swore I wouldn’t make it through, only to look back later and realize I’ve carried that same dread countless times before. Somehow, I always moved forward anyway. Maybe survival isn’t about certainty—it’s about showing up, even when doubt is the first voice you hear.

Reflective Prompt
When was the last time you thought you wouldn’t make it through a day, only to find yourself standing stronger on the other side?