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You made it. One more day.
I'm proud of you — and you should be proud of yourself. A lot of people like you and me didn’t wake up today. But you did. That matters.
I know it’s been heavy. Long months, a cold winter, a hard year. Maybe it got into your bones. But you're still here. Still standing.
I know what it's like to go from feeling unstoppable to barely holding on. But you’re getting through it. Quietly, steadily — maybe messy, but real.
And you're gonna be okay. You're healing, even if it doesn’t feel like it. Just waking up, showing up — that’s strength.
Pain is inevitable. But this moment? It won’t last forever. It didn’t last time. It won’t this time.
Don’t you dare underestimate yourself. Not now. Not after everything.
You’re stronger than you think.
You got this.
Come back tomorrow.
I like seeing you.
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