You don’t know how much you can endure until the moment arrives. You think you have clear limits, that certain things would break you beyond repair, but when life pushes you to the edge, you find yourself still standing. Not because you want to, but because there’s no other option.

Endurance is not strength; it’s instinct. It’s moving forward when everything inside you screams to stop. It’s bearing the pain, the anxiety, the loneliness, and still getting out of bed. It’s not about winning an epic battle, but surviving one more day.