Every time someone tells me, "You're doing great," something inside me softens. Because most people don't see the way I push myself when no one's watching. They don't see the nights I sit with my thoughts too heavy to carry, the doubt that keeps me awake, the silent battles I fight just to make it through another day. So when someone says it-so casually, like it's nothing - it hits me like a wave. Because to me, it isn't just a compliment. It feels like someone finally noticing the weight I've been holding alone. The effort. The exhaustion. The trying. All the parts of me I never speak about. And in that moment, I'm reminded that maybe. I'm not failing. Maybe I'm stronger than I give myself credit for. Maybe every small step I take actually counts for something. So thank you-for seeing the parts of me I usually hide. For acknowledging what I thought went unseen. Your words reach places I didn't know were still hurting. More than you'll ever realise.