When you try to keep a light on for someone with a broken soul, it can feel like an endless battle. I pour all my energy into my faith, holding on even when I’m close to breaking. Just before I hit the ground, I’m lifted, carried by God’s grace. Even in moments when I feel like I’m losing control, He takes the wheel. I hold my breath, counting down from 10, one step at a time, walking through what I need. Each step is a testament to my strength, a reminder to keep my faith unwavering and high.