04/21/2026
After that night, life did not suddenly become better.
The struggles did not disappear.
But something inside me had changed. A small part of me had decided to keep living — even without knowing what the future would look like.
I have learned that sometimes survival itself is a quiet form of courage. Not the loud kind. The kind that simply gets up the next morning and keeps going.
Even when I did not understand the future, I continued moving forward. One day at a time.