When Survival Is the Strength đĄď¸
"Sometimes courage doesnât roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.'" â Mary Anne Radmacher
âSometimes strength means simply surviving another day.â
I remember a season where I couldnât fill out a single to-do list.
Not because I didnât try, but because getting out of bed already felt like a twelve-step process. The dishes piled up. The texts went unanswered.
I kept telling myselfâŚ
Youâre being lazy. Youâre falling behind. Whatâs wrong with you?
But hereâs the truth I couldnât see thenâŚ
I wasnât lazy. I was buried.
There are days when brushing your teeth is an act of rebellion. When making it to work, or making it through the day without breaking, is a quiet victory no one claps for.
And if thatâs youâŚ
Youâre not weak. Youâre in a fight that most people canât see.
Our culture loves the shiny version of strength. The accolades. The before-and-after stories. The six-month glow-up. But real strength is often boring. Quiet. Unseen. Itâs breathing when your mind says stop.
Itâs not giving up.
Even when you want to. Especially when you want to.
Todayâs not about chasing progress. Itâs about noticing persistence.
Ask yourself:
âWhat small thing did I do today that took everything in me, but I did it anyway?â
Maybe you answered a phone call. Showered. Didnât cancel that appointment.
Maybe you just got up.
Write it down. Own it.
Let that be enough today.
"Sometimes courage doesnât roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.'" â Mary Anne Radmacher
And sometimes, just trying again tomorrow is the loudest declaration of all.
Ever had a stretch where âsurvival modeâ was your default setting?
Letâs talk about those seasons.
The ones where thriving felt unreachable, but you kept showing up anyway.
What kept you going?
What do you wish someone had said to you back then?
Your story, no matter how unpolished, might help someone else keep going one more day.
Strength isnât always loud.
It doesnât always post progress pics or make inspirational speeches.
Sometimes, it looks like making it through Tuesday.
Or eating something.
Or saying no to your inner critic when it tells you youâre failing.
So if today youâre not climbing any mountains, thatâs okay.
Youâre still here.
Still breathing.
Still trying.
That counts. More than you know.
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I've had so many days when I didn't feel like getting out of bed, but I had to. No matter how sick or depressed I would find myself, it took every last piece of strength to force myself to get up and finish what needed to be accomplished. Sometimes, when I'm in a deplorable state of mind, my anxiety builds up to the point where I have no other choice but to accept and get the task done at hand. Being very productive is not easy when you lack the strength.