DAY SEVENTEEN: It’s a small thing, but I’m grateful for each morning that arrives because there was a time when I didn’t know if I would survive another day. Losing hope was one of the darkest moments in my life, while finding it again was one of the brightest. It was a gradual process, taking many years to finally feel like myself again, but I’m here, and I’m happy that I am, and that is enough.
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