The tightness in my shoulders used to mean I was failing. Now it just means I'm alive, still moving. The ache in my lower back used to be a reason to stop. Now it's just a reminder I'm still here, still bending, still trying to carry the weight. Some days, that's enough. The tremor in my hands used to be shame. Now it's just the price of holding on through the storm. A small thing, really, compared to being washed away.