I struggle, but I grow. I fall, but I get up.

Getting up almost never looks the way the phrase suggests. There's no music and no decisive moment anyone could film.

It looks like Monday morning after a Friday that went badly. Putting on a shirt, making coffee, opening the laptop and starting on the same work as if you hadn't spent the entire weekend replaying one conversation.

That's the whole heroic act. Unwitnessed, faintly boring, and the only real difference between people who recover from things and people who stay where they landed.