There comes a moment,
Quiet,
Honest,
Often painful,
When you realize something important.
No one is coming to save you.
And strangely this is not bad news.
It is the beginning of your power.
Because if no one else can do this for you,
Then you can.
Getting up does not mean feeling ready.
It does not mean being fearless,
Healed,
Or confident.
It means choosing to move despite the heaviness,
Despite the doubt.
Mindfulness reminds us that change does not begin with force,
It begins with awareness.
With noticing the moment you are in exactly as it is,
And deciding,
Gently but firmly,
Not to stay stuck there.
You may want someone else to understand you perfectly,
To carry you when you're tired,
To make the pain disappear.
And it's okay to want that.
But there is a deeper truth,
Dear one.
The one who has always been with you,
Through every breakdown,
Every restart,
Every quiet survival,
Is you.
When you get up,
You are not abandoning your pain,
You are refusing to let it be the only voice in the room.
Getting up might look like setting a boundary,
Or asking for help,
Or saying no,
Or saying yes to one small thing that reminds you that you are still alive.
Saving yourself does not mean doing everything alone.
It means choosing yourself first.
It means becoming your own steady presence,
Instead of your harshest critic.
When your mind says,
I can't,
Pause,
Breathe,
Notice the body still breathing without effort.
The breath is proof,
Something in you already knows how to keep going.
You do not rise because life has become easy,
You rise because you have decided you matter enough to try again,
One more day.
And every time you get up,
No matter how slowly,
No matter how many times you've fallen,
You reinforce this truth.
You are not waiting to be rescued,
You are remembering who you are.
So stand,
If not on your feet,
Then in your heart.
Take the next small step.
Trust that strength grows through repetition,
Not perfection.
You,
Dear one,
You are the one who can save you,
And you have been doing it all along.
Keep going.
