Personal Reflection
I’ve spent too many nights thinking that surviving wasn’t enough. That just getting through the day, the week, the year — somehow meant I wasn’t really living. I probably read in one of those books or on a calendar. But what if we stopped measuring worth by how bright we shine and started honoring how long we held on?
Some days, the only victory is not letting go.
Not giving in.
Not disappearing.
And that, I’m learning, is a kind of bravery. The kind that doesn’t ask for applause but earns your respect in silence. Especially when no one’s looking.
Reflective Prompt
When was the last time you gave yourself credit just for surviving — not thriving, not winning—just making it through?
Memoirs of Madness 