When You’re About to Give Up.

There are moments when the weight of living feels unbearable. When the quiet of your room presses against your chest and the world outside seems impossibly heavy. You’ve been holding on, maybe too long, maybe too hard, and the threads keeping you upright are fraying. Your heart feels like it’s carrying a storm it was never built to hold, and your mind whispers, almost desperately: “I can’t do this anymore.”

It’s not always the loud, dramatic crises that break us. Often, it’s the silent erosion, the endless disappointments, the unspoken hurts, the nights you cry in the dark because no one will hear, because you’re expected to keep functioning. It’s the constant push to keep smiling when inside, every part of you is screaming for rest. The exhaustion is not just physical, it’s emotional, spiritual, and it settles into your bones.

Giving up feels tempting because it promises relief. Just for a moment, you imagine setting it all down, walking away from the expectations, from the pressure, from the relentless struggle. But in that thought, there’s a quiet terror. Because giving up also feels like letting yourself disappear. Like erasing the part of you that’s been brave enough to survive every storm, even when no one noticed.

And so you stay. You keep putting one foot in front of the other, even when it’s heavy, even when it hurts. Even when your spirit feels like it’s been broken beyond repair. Because deep inside, a small voice refuses to be silenced. It whispers, “I’ve carried you this far. Keep going, just a little longer.”

When you’re about to give up, you need to remember that strength is not always loud. Sometimes it is quiet, fragile, trembling but persistent. Strength is choosing to breathe when every instinct is to run from yourself. Strength is choosing to love yourself when the world has shown you little of it. Strength is showing up for the smallest victories: finishing the day, eating the meal, sending the text, speaking the word you’ve been too scared to say.

Pain is not your enemy. Your despair is not a failure. Every tear, every breakdown, every moment you feel you cannot continue, these are the pieces of you learning to grow in ways the world cannot see. Every time you choose yourself, even in the smallest way, you are stitching yourself back together. Rebuilding what the weight of life tried to crush.

You may feel alone, but the truth is, the people who love you, the people who understand, even if quietly, are standing on the edges of your struggle, cheering for the tiniest spark of persistence. And even if no one else is there, your soul is whispering, “I will not let you fall completely. Not yet. Keep going. Keep breathing. Keep living.”

So, when the temptation to give up presses in, close your eyes. Breathe. Remind yourself that surviving, even imperfectly, even messily, is more courageous than anyone will ever truly see. Let the pain flow through you, acknowledge it, and then choose to step forward anyway. One inch. One hour. One day at a time.

Because giving up is not the only option. And even in the darkest seasons, even when hope feels like a distant memory, your story is still being written and it is far from over.

💌 Family, I’m so excited to share this with you. My newest book, A Heart Made for Holding, is now published. It’s the first in The Hands that Carry Us Series, and it holds a story so close to my heart, one I know many of you will see yourselves in.

But this isn’t my only work. I’ve also published Somewhere Along the Way, I Stopped Living for Myself and Started Living for the People Who Don’t Even See Me, and The Awakening of Readiness. Each book carries its own heartbeat, one about honesty and heartbreak, the other about stepping into change when your spirit finally feels ready.

And now, with A Heart Made for Holding, we begin a series that will continue with more books to come.

All of these are available right now on Amazon, just search the titles, and you’ll find them there.

For anyone who has ever carried too much, loved in silence, or survived when survival itself felt like defiance, these books are for you.