One day, you'll wake up and realize the heaviness you've been carrying isn't there anymore. The ache will have softened. The thoughts that used to consume you won't sting the same way. You won't know the exact moment it happened - only that somewhere between all the trying and the healing, you found peace again. You can't rush that day. You can't force it. But it's coming. Every time you choose to breathe through the pain instead of run from it - you're getting closer. Every time you choose yourself - you're healing. And one morning, it'll hit you: you made it through.