The hardest lesson I've ever faced as an adult was the relentless need to survive, no matter how broken you felt inside. It doesn't matter if my heart hurts, I'm mourning the loss of a loved one, or I'm too tired to get out of bed. Life doesn't wait for me to breathe. It goes on, indifferent to my pain, and I have no choice but to push through, even when every part of me is screaming for respite. But what's harder is realizing that nothing actually prepares you for this. We grow up believing in the comfort of happy endings, only to face the harsh reality that surviving often means pretending you're okay when you're not. And maybe that's the hard part, not just surviving, but doing so quietly, without letting the weight of it show. But through it all, we find strength we never knew we had, because even though it's hard, we keep going.
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