I know it feels like life’s got its boot on your neck right now—but this isn’t your grave, it’s your damn ground to grow from. You’re not being punished; you’re being prepped. The pain you’re in? It’s building muscle where weakness used to live. You don’t need to rush the bloom—just survive the dirt. Trust me, you’re not done. You’re just getting dangerous. What if the shit you’re going through right now is exactly what’s turning you into the version of you that can’t be shaken?