Broken, but still standing

There are nights when I drown in silence, when anxiety grips me and every dream feels so far from reach. I carry the shame of mistakes, the weight of broken trust, the guilt of burdening those I love. Their absence, their disappointment, it cuts deeper than words. But I refuse to disappear. I am still here, fragile yet unyielding, standing even when my knees tremble. I will face the ruins I created, I will own the pain I caused, and I will fight to mend what was shattered. If given the chance, I will prove that I can rise, that I can rebuild, that I can be worthy again. And even in the heaviness, even in the ruins of my hopes, I remain grateful. Grateful for breath, for tomorrow, for the chance to begin again. Broken does not mean defeated. Falling does not mean the end. I am still here… and I will rise and through all the pain, I hold on to faith and the love of God, believing that His plan for me is greater than my fears, stronger than my shame, and more beautiful than I can imagine.