"When the Darkness Lingers, Remember - The Light Always Returns"
There are days when it feels like the dark has grown teeth. When the silence around you no longer feels peaceful but suffocating, and every small movement feels like wading through thick, endless tar. You wake up in the morning and the weight is already there ā sitting at the edge of your bed before your eyes even open. It feels heavy, unshakable, and impossibly familiar.
And still, somehow, you rise. Not because the heaviness is gone, but because something small and stubborn inside you still believes. Maybe not in the same way it once did, maybe not with the certainty you used to carry. But a flicker remains, a quiet, persistent hope that things can shift. That beyond the ache, there is more. That this isnāt the end of your softness, but perhaps the soil where it begins again.
The Unseen Acts of Bravery
Healing doesnāt always look like the grand, poetic moments people write about. Most of the time, it looks like brushing your teeth when everything tastes like nothing. It looks like stepping outside for a breath when your chest feels too small to hold air. Like replying to a message. Like folding a shirt, washing a dish, or opening a window. These arenāt acts people will notice, but they are acts of bravery all the same. Sometimes, surviving is the most honest and courageous thing you can do.
There are wounds that donāt bleed but still break you open. There are seasons in life when the best you can do is simply endure, and that is enough. It might not feel like growth or progress. It might feel like stagnation, like moving in circles. But even in those moments, you are moving. Even when blind, you are still walking forward. Survival itself can be its own form of resilience.
The Flicker in the Corner
The world often paints healing as a sunrise, something that steadily grows brighter with each passing second. But in truth, it can feel like walking through a long, windowless hallway. You bump into walls. You question if youāre lost. You wonder if youāll ever see light again. But the truth is, the light never leaves completely. It retreats sometimes. It rests. It waits for the right moment to return.
Maybe the light isnāt always something you have to chase. Maybe itās something you quietly carry within you, like breath, like memory, like the echo of every battle you survived when you thought you couldnāt. Itās there in the small, steady steps. In the decision to stay. In the breath you take, right here, right now.
No matter how heavy today feels, you are not broken beyond repair. You are not too far gone. You are not lost in a way that cannot be found. Even if today convinces you otherwise, the light will find its way back in, through cracks, through tired eyes, through every small thing you do to survive.
One Day, You Will Laugh Again
And one day, without even realizing it, you will laugh again. You will open a window and let the wind in. You will look up at the same sky you once pleaded for answers from, and youāll feel peace where there was once only pain. Youāll remember what it felt like to feel light, and maybe, just maybe, youāll wonder how you ever doubted youād make it here.
But for now, let breathing be enough. Let existing be your quiet rebellion. Let this moment, however small, be everything you need it to be. Because no matter how dark it feels, the light always finds a way back.
