Some days, the best I can do is just be a body on a couch. Tank's happy with that. Doesn't need me to be a personal trainer, doesn't need me to be impressive. Just needs me to be here. Maybe that's enough. For now. Maybe the best version of me is just...present. It's not the finish line I imagined, but at least I'm still in the race, right? Even if I'm crawling. Even if the only medal I get is surviving another day.