This is me trying...

 Lately, I have been having a pretty good week; I am happier, I have more energy, and even if something bad happens I can brush it off quickly and not let it drown me in sadness again. All because I am trying, trying to work through the stress, trying to be mindful through the melancholia, simply trying to do better. 

Trying your best is what I believe matters the most, even if you don't succeed at your task. Trying and failing is better than just giving up your hope. Trying and failing is better than doing nothing at all. Trying, I believe, is the cure against helplessness. 

The key to everything is to try. All my life, everyone has told me to always keep trying, finally I seem to have learned the lesson. Not giving up when things don't go your way, or the days when it seems that there is no way out, is the day to keep on trying even if you don't have hope. 

I have been trying to do things that make me happy, even when I do not have the motivation to do it, and it has made my life a lot better than it was a few weeks ago. I have been trying to get out of my comfort zone, little by little, and it feels scary as hell, but I feel happy that I took a step in the right direction, even if it was the smallest step I could've taken. 

Try, try, and try, so even if you fail, you won't regret that you went down without a fight.

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