NeuroDivine

There is a rhythm to survival.
A cadence not chosen, but honored.
Dialysis begins again—another week, another round.
Not a punishment, not a pause, but a pulse.
A tether to life, humming beneath the skin.

It is easy to see the repetition and feel the weight.
But within the cycle, there is a kind of sanctity.
Each session a ritual of endurance.
Each moment a testament to the body’s will to remain.

We are not machines, though we are wired to them.
We are not broken, though we are mended daily.
We are divine in our persistence.
NeuroDivine—where the mind meets the sacred in the struggle.

Let this week be not just endured, but witnessed.
Let the eternal round be a circle of grace.
And let your breath, your being, your bravery
be the quiet miracle that it is.