It’s funny, the things you remember when you’re quiet. Just sitting here, the house all settled, and my mind keeps going back to those times I thought I couldn't make it. Honestly, there were so many moments. Days stretched into weeks, and it felt like I was just treading water, barely keeping my head up. But then, something shifts. A tiny current, a hand reaching out. Or sometimes, just a stubborn refusal to sink. That's resilience, I guess. Not some grand, heroic act, but that quiet, steady choice to keep going, even when the strength feels gone. It’s built brick by brick, not in a single leap. I’m grateful for those small victories, for every time I found my footing again. It reminds me that even when things feel impossible, there’s always a way forward. Always.