This is how you keep fighting.

You keep fighting by putting one foot in front of the other. You keep taking that next step. You don’t know where you are going, but you know you can’t stay here. Even when you don’t have the energy or the willpower or the strength, you claw your way through, somehow finding the desire to push yourself beyond what you thought possible. You reach into the depths of your damaged and beautiful soul and find the courage to keep living this life you have been blessed with. You find gratitude amidst the rubble and grace beneath the shambles. Even though it isn’t pretty, even though there’s a good chance you’ll end up in this hole again in the future, you know you have to carry on. You know that giving up isn’t an option. You keep reminding yourself to breathe until your body remembers to breathe on its own. You keep telling yourself you can do it until your mind starts to believe you can. You choose to survive. You choose to live. And that’s the bravest thing you can do.

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