Still Choosing Life

This isn't about where you've been. It's about the fact that you stayed,

about waking up and choosing again even when no one's watching.

If you forget who you are, write it down. Let it out. You forget how

strong you are, read it back. I've seen you fight battles that no one knows.

Quiet wars behind locked doors. Every night feels longer than the last.

But you're still here. And that matters more than the past.

You don't owe the world a perfect face. You don't have to rush your

healing pace. If all you do is breathe today, that's enough.