Life doesn’t ask for permission before it strikes. Sometimes, the storm just shows up unannounced without a knock, without mercy. I’ve had moments where it felt like the ground beneath me was breaking, and all I could do was sit there, numb and lost.
There was a time I thought giving up would be easier. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to fight anymore. I was tired of pretending I was fine. Bills kept piling up, people disappointed me, my plans failed over and over again. I asked myself, “What’s the point of trying if nothing ever works out?”
But then something inside me shifted. Maybe it was the voice of my younger self, the version of me who once dreamed, who once believed I could be more. Maybe it was the voice of God. Or maybe it was simply the quiet refusal to let pain win.
Now, when life hits, I still feel it deeply. I cry, I break, I scream inside, but I don't stay down.
Here’s how I fight back
I pause. I’ve learned that it’s okay to sit in the pain for a moment. Pretending to be strong all the time only drains me. I let myself feel it. I breathe through it.
I talk to someone I trust. I used to bottle things up, thinking no one would understand. But even just hearing someone say, “You’ll be fine” brings light back into dark moments.
I remind myself of everything I’ve survived. This is a big one. I look back and say, “You thought that last one would finish you, but here you are.” That reminder is strength.
I pray. Even when I don’t have the words. Even when all I can say is “God, please.” That connection gives me peace when nothing else makes sense.
I take one step. Not ten. Just one. Whether it’s getting out of bed, eating something, or sending one message that one small act keeps me going.
I’ve learned that life isn’t meant to be easy. But every challenge has taught me something valuable. Pain taught me empathy. Failure taught me patience. Disappointments taught me to trust less in outcomes and more in the process.
Do I still feel afraid? Absolutely. But fear doesn’t paralyze me the way it used to. I know now that courage isn’t the absence of fear, it’s acting in spite of it.
If you’re someone who gives in sometimes, I get it. I really do. But don’t stay there. Don’t let the storm define you. Stand again. Even shakily. Even broken. Just stand.
Because sometimes, rising again is the most powerful thing you can do
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