For years, I covered my wounds with invisible bandages, hiding the pain, patching myself just wasn't enough to get by. But survival is not the same as living. Thriving meant peeling away those bandages, facing the raw truth, and choosing healing over hiding. It's messy, but it's real. And in that honesty, I found the strength not just to survive, but to bloom.

" I had spent so long pleasing others that I forgot how to even hear my own voice. But one day, I stopped waiting to be rescued–and chose to rescue myself. That choice didn't come easy, but it changed everything."