
03/08/2025
˚꩜。. life pressed so heavy on my chest,I could barely breatheBut I smiled anyway.˙ᵕ˙No one saw the battles I fought in silence,The tears that fell behind closed doors,The nights I whispered,
"Will this ever get better?"
But now, something’s shifting.
Not all at once. Not loudly.
But slowly I’m learning to breathe again.
To trust again.
To feel again.
I’m not fully healed
But I’m healing.
And that matters more than anyone knows. 𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚
I still have hard days,
But I also have hope.
And I hold onto that tightly. ⋆. 𐙚 ˚.
I don’t know how long this journey will be,
But I believe now:
There is peace ahead.
There is light.
And there is me
Still here. Still trying.
Still becoming whole. ᯓ★