Heavy Breathing 😮‍💨

Some days 

I don’t feel strong, 

I feel scheduled. 

Like survival penciled me in 

and I just showed up. 

I carry weight 

that doesn’t show in mirrors— 

only in pauses, 

only in prayers 

that start confident 

and end quiet. 

I’ve learned heaviness 

doesn’t mean failure. 

It means you’ve been holding 

something worth protecting. 

I’m tired, 

but I’m breathing. 

And today, 

that counts as victory.

“Breathing heavy, hands shaking, still standing—thats growth!!”

— UNKNOWN