06/10/2026
I used to think being strong meant not crying.
Now I know being strong means getting up every day carrying things that should’ve broken you.
Losing people.
Being disappointed.
Feeling alone.
Starting over.
Smiling when your heart is heavy.
Some days I heal.
Some days I hurt.
Some days I write.
And on the days I can’t find the words, I remind myself that surviving is enough.
This is your reminder that you don’t have to have it all together to keep moving forward. 🖤
If you’re reading this, I’m praying peace finds you.