What If Despair Isn’t the End of Your Story?
I know some days feel like they borrow their weight from the night before.
But I need you to remember this:
Even the darkest sky still holds space for stars.
Despair is loud, I know. It echoes. It lingers.
But it doesn’t get the final word.
Not when there’s still breath in your lungs
and even the faintest whisper of “maybe” in your heart.
You don’t need to have it all figured out.
Just take the next small step.
Drink some water. Open a window. Let the light in
even if all you can do is sit with it.
Pain may visit, but you weren’t made to live in it forever.
You were made for rising. For soft days. For laughter that sneaks in unexpectedly.
You were made to survive this
and not just survive,
but to grow from it.
Hold on, even if all you’re holding is the hope that one day,
you’ll feel whole again.
That’s enough. That’s everything.