She is not failing— she is responding. To shortened nights and lengthened expectations, to calendars that ignore cycles, to a world that praises endurance and calls rest a luxury. This body— this puls
You have been walking uphill with invisible stones on your shoulders. Promises you did not make. Pain you did not cause. Stories you did not write but somehow agreed to finish. They taught you to be s
The dark is not an ending. It is a well. It gathers what summer spent— your laughter, your sunlight days, the miles you walked without thinking, the way your breath once moved like wind through open w
