A Letter to the One Still Trying

A Letter to the One Still Trying
By Cayce Mitchell

Hey you,

Yeah, you—the one still getting up, still showing up, still trying even when no one sees it. This letter is for you.

I don’t know what today looked like for you. Maybe your hands shook when you reached for the coffee. Maybe your thoughts felt heavier than usual. Maybe you made a mistake you swore you wouldn’t repeat, and now you’re sitting in the shame of it, wondering if any of this even matters.

I’ve been there.

I’ve sat in the silence of my own mess, surrounded by the wreckage of choices I made while trying to survive. I’ve lied. I’ve hurt people. I’ve looked in the mirror and not recognized the reflection. But somehow—by grace, by grit, by something deep inside—I kept trying. Even when I didn’t feel strong. Even when I didn’t feel worthy.

And here’s the truth: trying is enough right now. Not perfect. Not fixed. Not all better. Just trying.

You are not your past. You are not what they said about you. You are not the worst thing you’ve ever done. You are someone who is still breathing. Still fighting. Still hoping, even if it’s quiet hope.

So today, take a moment. Breathe deep. Step outside and feel the air. Play that song that makes your soul lift. Let yourself feel what you need to feel—but don’t stay stuck there.

You’re not alone. You’re not broken beyond repair. And even if you feel like you’re just crawling forward, it still counts as progress.

This world needs your story. And more than that—it needs your heart. The one that’s still trying.

With you,
Cayce
One More Breath