No one prepares you for the exhaustion of hope fighting despair. For waking up determined. and going to sleep completely undone. One moment you're telling yourself to hold on- that it will pass, that you're strong enough. The next, you're quietly unraveling, wondering how much longer you can keep pretending you're okay. It's not weakness. It's what happens when you've been strong for too long without rest, without answers, without relief. And somehow- even in that back-and-forth, you're still here. That counts more than you know.