Struggling often feels like walking through a fog with no clear end in sight. Each step heavy, each breath a quiet fight to keep going. It’s the quiet war between hope and exhaustion, where doubts whisper louder than dreams. But in that very struggle lies growth, unseen yet powerful. Every moment you choose to keep moving, even when it hurts, is a quiet act of strength. Struggling doesn’t mean you’re failing it means you’re still trying, and that alone is a sign of courage.
