Some days it feels like I’m just sitting in the middle of a mess I can’t clean up. I’ve been trying for years to figure myself out to feel enough, to stop falling into the same holes. But no matter how many times I climb, I keep slipping back down. Lately, I’m just tired. Tired of pretending I’ve got it together, tired of chasing what’s next. But maybe this is what healing looks like, learning to sit with the quiet, accepting what’s gone wrong, and still finding the strength to keep trying again tomorrow.