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Hey friend. Let’s be real for a second. We’ve all had those days where the weight just feels too heavy to carry. You know the kind—where hope feels like a distant memory and the dark closes in so tight you forget what the sky looks like. I want you to know that falling isn’t failing. Sometimes we just hit a
bottom so deep we stop fighting. But here’s the quiet truth: you don’t have to climb out alone. When you’re ready, someone will appear. Maybe not with a dramatic rescue, but with a steady presence, a soft glow, a quiet voice that says, “I’m here. Take my hand.” They won’t pull you up for you. They’ll just walk beside you, lighting the path one step at a time. Hope isn’t a switch you
flip. It’s a trail you follow, hand in hand, until your eyes adjust to the dawn. If you’re in the dark right now, just breathe. The light is patient. It’s waiting. And so are we.
