Today was a tough day.
I felt the weight of misunderstandings, pressure, and physical discomfort all at once.
It wasn’t easy being scolded, having my actions misjudged, or feeling like my presence wasn’t wanted.
But I didn’t shut down. I kept going.

I reached out when I needed help. I made the decision to go to the polyclinic, even if it meant going alone.
I faced each moment — step by step, just like I said I would.
That matters to me.

I don’t need every person to understand me.
But I need to understand myself — and I’m learning that strength isn’t loud or perfect.
It’s quietly showing up, again and again, for myself.

I hope tomorrow feels lighter.
But even if it doesn’t, I’ll keep going — one breath, one small act of care, at a time.