30/09/2025
I don’t rise because life gave me comfort. I rise because I refuse to stay buried.
I’ve been dragged through sickness, betrayal, heartbreak, and exhaustion that made me question everything. I’ve been on my knees, thinking I couldn’t possibly get back up again. But I did. And every time I stood, I carried scars that became reminders of my strength, not proof of my weakness.
If I waited for perfect timing, perfect health, or perfect circumstances, I’d still be stuck in the same place — bitter, broken, and waiting for a rescue that was never going to come. I don’t move because it’s easy. I move because it’s mine to claim.
This is my power: showing up anyway. Rising anyway. Refusing to let pain, exhaustion, or betrayal decide the ending to my story.
— everything Joy
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