How lucky am I to start all over again—not because I wanted to, but because I had to.How lucky am I to meet strengthin the dark alleyways of pain.How lucky am I to rebuild my life from wreckage,to gather scattered pieceswith bleeding handsand a heart that still hopes.How lucky am Inot to have gotten the … Continue reading Starting Over
A guest house
Exhaustion
We never yell at each other, no matter how hard it gets. And tonight, we’re having a little celebration—not because things are easy, but because we’re still here. Still standing, still trying. The weight of our struggles sits between us like an unspoken guest at the table. "This being human is a guest house," Rumi … Continue reading Exhaustion
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