There are seasons when gratitude is hard.
When everything feels heavy.
When the losses outweigh the gains.
When looking for something to be thankful for
feels like searching for air.
But you're still breathing.
And breath itself is a mercy.
Gratitude doesn't have to be loud.
It doesn't have to be a list of achievements.
Sometimes it's just the quiet recognition
that you're still here.
And that is not nothing.
Today, breathe.
Name one thing that is still good.
Not perfect. Just good.
Let that be enough for now.