Thank you! My prayers will be with you also.❤️

I’ve been learning how to find comfort in the places that once trembled under my feet— the quiet rooms of discomfort where old versions of me still echo. I’ve walked a certain way for so long that imagining myself in a different light feels like watching dawn learn its first sunrise— beautiful, unfamiliar, a little frightening. Yet I know I’m strong. I know I’m capable of showing up for myself, again and again, of tending old wounds until they soften into stories that no longer hurt to touch. And I know that healing takes effort— constant, steady, gentle effort— the kind that builds changes so natural they feel effortless only once the storm has passed. But every time I rise, every time my heart reaches a new height, I feel something tug at me— a shadow pulling in the opposite direction, a force so strong it sends a shiver through my hope. It scares me, sometimes— how powerful the past can be. How loud the old fears still sound. How quickly joy can feel fragile when a dark wind moves through. But even then, even in that trembling, I keep choosing the light that’s trying to grow in me. And maybe that’s the real progress— not the moments when happiness peaks, but the moments when I feel the pull and still say, No—this time, I’m moving forward. Because I am becoming someone who can hold discomfort without breaking, someone who can meet fear without surrendering, someone who keeps rising even when the past tries to pull me back. I am strong. I am capable.