The Wall

I made it through another day and I’m not sure whether that’s victory or just more of the sentence. That sounds dark, but it’s honest. Survival gets romanticized too much. Some days surviving feels heroic. Other days it just feels repetitive. Like congratulations, you endured the thing you didn’t want again. Wake up. Manage. Hold. Suppress. Perform. Collapse. Repeat. I’m grateful and tired. Capable and wrecked. Needed and empty. That contradiction never fully leaves.