Choosing to live is not just about surviving—it's about opening the door to peace, joy, and healing, even when you’re not sure it will ever come. There are days when you question if healing is possible, when the weight feels endless and the light too far. But in choosing to stay, you create space for hope, for small moments of calm, for the laugh you didn’t expect, and the breath that reminds you you’re still here. Healing may not come quickly or loudly, but it comes—softly, slowly, in pieces. And in time, peace begins to settle where pain once ruled, and joy quietly returns to places you feared were gone forever.
How do you keep going when it all feels the same
How do you smile when you're drowning in shame
How do you laugh when your chest still aches
How do you hope when everything breaks
How do you trust when your mind has lied
How do you heal when a part has died
How do you breathe when the air feels tight
How do you sleep through another night
How do you rise when you've sunk so low
How do you speak when no one knows
How do you stand when you're tired and torn
How do you start when you weren't reborn
How do you live when you're barely alive
How do you fight just to survive
How do you try when you're worn and bruised
How do you believe when you're always confused
You begin with one breath, then another
You learn to lean on a friend or a brother
You speak your truth in trembling voice
You slowly remember—you still have a choice
You hold the light when the dark won't fade
You sit with pain that doesn't evade
You learn that healing is never a race
And broken hearts still find their place
You find small moments, soft and real
You give yourself the time to feel
You see the cracks, but not with shame
For through them, peace begins to name
So when the weight feels hard to bear
Know that healing starts with care
One breath, one step, one quiet plea—
And in that space… you start to be free
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