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There was a day when the weight of it all nearly broke me, when getting out of bed felt impossible and hope seemed like a distant memory. Yet in that darkness, something small, a whisper inside, a reminder that I was still here, pushed me forward. I realized survival wasn't enough. I had to choose to live, to breathe, to rise. That was the day I found my will to go on.

" 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."