The past few weeks have been heavy.
Not the kind of heavy people see… the kind you carry quietly. The kind that sits in your chest, follows you into your thoughts, and makes even the simplest things feel like a fight.
Between what’s happening in Lebanon, the memories that come with it, the losses, the images that don’t leave… me at war in Iraq, various critical incidents I’ve dealt with at work….it caught up to me. More than I expected.
And I’ll be honest… there were moments I didn’t want to get up. Moments where my mind was louder than anything around me.
But here’s the part people don’t talk about.
There’s no crowd when you’re fighting that battle. No recognition. No one sees the decision to get up anyway. No one sees you take that breath and push yourself back into the day when everything in you is telling you to shut it down.
That’s the real fight.
And the past few days, that’s exactly what it’s been for me. Quiet. Internal. Grinding.
Running when I didn’t feel like it. Training when my mind was elsewhere. Forcing myself to move, to reset, to take back some level of control.
Because I know what happens if you don’t.
You don’t need motivation for that fight. You need discipline. You need to make the decision that you’re not staying in that place… even when it would be easier to.
Some days it’s not about being at your best.
It’s about not giving in.
So if you’re in that place right now… understand this:
Getting up counts. Taking a step forward counts. Choosing not to stay in the dark… that counts.
I’m working through it. Still am.
And if you are too… keep going.