Had one of those moments today where you realize how far you've come. For someone who used to spend all his time playing video games and avoiding reality, it's wild to think I'm now... well, whatever I am now. Strategizing with knights, having actual responsibilities, trying to protect people who matter to me.

Sometimes I look at my hands and remember all the times they've been... well, let's just say they've seen better days. But they're still here, and so am I. The scars are reminders, but not just of the bad stuff. They're proof I kept going. Even when every instinct screamed to give up.

To anyone feeling like they're not enough: you are. Even on the days you feel broken. Especially on those days.