Living Is the Hardest Part...

There comes a time in life when you slowly realize that living is the hardest part. Not dying, not giving up - but simply continuing to exist while carrying everything inside you. 💫 It was a time the many problems in my mind made me feel helpless. Thoughts that stole my sleep surrounded me, and I found myself hoping for help even from people who were never really close to me. ☺

Then come more questions. What will they think of me? Am I being a burden? Will they understand me or judge me? One question turns into many, and the mind feels louder than the world itself. Choosing to live through difficulty is not easy. But choosing to give up is not something me heart allows me to do. Even when my hands shake, something within me still holds me together. My trembling hands still hold on to me, and my mind stands up for my body every single moment. That quiet strength is what gives me the courage to keep living. 💬😣 

I carry everything the best way I can. I remind myself of the people who stood by me, even in the smallest ways. Remembering them gives me just enough strength to move forward. Living may be painful, but choosing the easy way out is never truly easy. Even for someone who struggles every day, continuing to live requires courage that often goes unseen. 💭😓

So, I trust time, I keep trying. I believe that one day - even in a single second - things will begin to feel lighter. Until then, I choose to stay...... 😇💫