it was so brave of me to keep showing up, even when i was tired, overwhelmed, and carrying things no one else could see. there were days when i wanted to give up, days when everything felt heavier than usual, but i still kept going. maybe not perfectly, maybe not as strongly as i wanted, but i showed up anyway. i kept trying, kept hoping, and kept moving forward. looking back, i realize that took a lot of strength. and for that, i am proud of myself. i made it through days i never thought i could.