the little victories are what keep you going, right? like managing to make it through a shower without collapsing, or making actual food instead of just staring blankly into the fridge wondering what the point is. even the bad days have tiny pockets of okayness if you squint hard enough, a reminder that the whole picture isn't ALWAYS darkness, and maybe that's enough, for now, that's absolutely enough. i made it through the day, Tank still loves me, and tomorrow is another chance to prove my body wrong about being completely useless.