There comes a moment in life when breathing feels like a burden, when even blinking feels too heavy, and standing on your own two feet feels like a punishment. And yet, you are forced to do it. You have no other option. Because there are people standing behind you, looking up to you when they have no one else left. Because in their darkest hour, when every door has been slammed shut, they lean on you. And for them, you cannot collapse. For them, you cannot fall weak.