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For showing up, even if part of you didn’t want to. Even if getting out of bed felt heavy, even if your mind was tired before the day even started. You still showed up in whatever way you could and I hope you know that counts for something.

Good job for pushing through. For answering the message, attending the class, finishing the shift, getting through the conversation, or simply making it to the end of the day. People don’t always see how much effort it takes when you’re struggling quietly. They see the outcome, not the strength it took just to keep going.

Good job for working so hard, especially when things have felt overwhelming lately. I know sometimes you carry more than anyone realizes. The overthinking, the stress, the pressure, the exhaustion you don’t always talk about. Trying your best while already tired is its own kind of effort.

And if you opened up today, even a little, I’m really proud of you for that too.

Vulnerability is hard. Letting someone see the parts of you that hurt, admitting you are not okay, saying the thing you usually keep hidden… that takes so much courage. It’s scary to hand someone pieces of your inner world and hope they will hold them gently. If you did that today, please know how brave that was.

Even if today wasn’t perfect. Even if you cried, shut down, procrastinated, got overwhelmed, or felt like you could have done more, you still made it through. And sometimes, making it through is already so much.

So, softly: I’m proud of you.

For trying. For staying. For carrying things that feel heavy and still somehow continuing. You don’t have to earn rest tonight. You don’t have to prove anything right now.

You did enough today.

the fridge-freezer is in the kitchen. Not only are there dishes every day, not only are there food preparation surfaces of various kinds every day, not only are there crumbs and odds and ends that fall on the floor every day ... but the fridge-freezer is in the kitchen. The oven is in the kitchen, the food cupboards are in the kitchen, and above all THE KITCHEN BIN IS IN THE KITCHEN.

I mean, it's not like the bathroom is all sweetness and light, but seriously! Who in their right mind is choosing the bathroom?!?!?!?