My left side was weakened. My face drooped. My body trembled. I was 18. And I am still here. That’s not poetic—it’s literal. Every ordinary

People are always doing the best they can with what they know and the capacity they have at the time. Including you and me.

Last nights dream felt like a visitation. A confrontation with the patterns I used to shrink under. I didn't bend this time. I stood there with my inner child, my subconscious, and my higher self all speaking at once, reclaiming the parts of me that used to disappear to keep the peace.