i am so proud of myself. for being brave enough to show up when i am tired and drained. for keeping going when i am close to giving up. i am proud because no one really knows how hard it is to be me. no one sees the struggles, the crying at 2 a.m., or the nights i stare at the ceiling trying to calm my mind. no one knows how many times i wanted to give up but still chose to keep going. and even if life feels heavy, i am still trying. for that, i am proud of myself.