Raw.Real.Recovered.

I write to reflect.

With every word poured onto the page,

the weight inside me gets a little lighter.

The shadows lose their grip.

The pain loses its voice.

I write to stay free.

To release.

To breathe again.

I write in hopes that my truth

might echo in the hearts of those

who need it the most.

I write to remind myself—

I am not the story they tried to write for me.

I am not the lies I once believed.

I am not my worst mistake.

Every word I write reclaims a piece of me.