Raw.Real.Recovered.

the one I’ve fought to become.

Through pain and sorrow, joy and tears, I’ve evolved. My heart is pure, my intentions are good, and I no longer shrink to be palatable. I’ve learned that sometimes my role in someone’s life had nothing to do with me—and that’s okay. Not every chapter was meant to be mine to finish.

I’m still growing. Always will be.

I remind myself often: pain changes me, but it won’t harden me. Even in the thick of it—when I feel like giving up, when hope feels like a ghost—I know I’ll rise.

Maybe bruised.

But never broken.