I thought I was getting better. I really did. For a while, the clouds parted, and it felt like maybe—just maybe—I was moving forward. But now, here I am again, crying in my bed, trying to piece together what’s wrong with me. Trying to figure out what I did to deserve this kind of pain.

Here’s the truth:

This pain isn’t a reflection of your worth. It doesn’t mean you’re broken or unworthy. Healing isn’t linear—it’s messy, unpredictable, and full of moments that feel like setbacks. And that’s okay.

You didn’t do anything to “deserve” this. Pain isn’t punishment; it’s part of being human. Sometimes, it lingers because the wounds ran deep. Sometimes, it resurfaces because there’s still more to process.

But here’s what matters most:

You are not alone in this. You are not weak for feeling this way. Crying doesn’t mean you’ve failed—it means you’re facing something hard, something real.

And here’s the hope:

Even on days when it feels impossible, even when the weight is crushing, you’re still here. Still breathing. Still fighting. That’s strength.

So tonight, let yourself cry if you need to. Let the tears remind you that you’re alive—that you feel deeply, love fiercely, and carry so much within you. Tomorrow, you can try again.

Because healing isn’t about never falling apart—it’s about finding the courage to keep going anyway.