I have been in seasons where I could not see the other side. It felt like they would last forever. They did not.
What helped was holding on to small things. A morning walk. A friend who checked in. A short prayer when words were hard to find.
Hope is not loud. Sometimes it is just getting up and doing the day one more time.
If that is where you are, I am cheering for you. Be gentle with yourself. Better days are closer than they feel.
