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
Before you rise, before you rush into what is next, pause — and bow to what has already held you. Not only the big victories, not only the moments that glittered and sang, but the small, almost invisi
