29/09/2026
When I was sick, the hardest days weren't always the worst days physically. They were the days I let myself wonder how much longer it would go on.
Nobody could answer that for me, and nobody can answer it for you either. What I could decide was that I'd keep going for as long as it took, whatever that turned out to be. That agreement with myself carried me through a lot of days when nothing else did.
If you're in the middle of it right now and can't see the end, that doesn't mean it isn't there. It just means you can't see it yet.
What keeps you going on the days when the end feels furthest away?