Some days are so hard. Not poetic, not meaningful—just heavy. But I’ve realized something. Teaching, guiding, creating spaces where other survivors feel seen… that’s my why. That’s what keeps me moving forward even when everything in me wants to shut down or disappear. It’s not that the struggle goes away. It’s that there’s something on the other side of it that matters enough to keep going. If you’re still here, still trying in your own way… there’s probably a “why” in you too. With that, you can endure any hardship.