There is a morning when you wake up and don’t want to get up. Not because you are lazy, but because it hurts. Because it seems: one more step and that’s it. But it is at this moment that I always remember one thing: I have already been through this. And I got up.

When relationships fell apart, I collected myself piece by piece. When loved ones left, I breathed through tears. When it seemed that the world was against me, I became more stubborn.

Strength is not when you can do everything. It is when you don’t give up, even if you can.
Sometimes being strong means leaving, silently, when you were underestimated.
Sometimes it means saying “no”, even if your heart is shaking.
And sometimes - just make yourself breakfast and survive the day.

I'm not perfect. I can be tired, irritated, weak. But I always come back to myself. To my point of support.
And you know, this is not pathos. This is honesty. This is my way of being alive.