The version of me you hurt doesn't live here anymore.

The mind needs sunlight too.

The mind is loud when the room is quiet.

Not all wounds are visible, and not all healing is loud.

Being soft in a hard world is a kind of strength.

I'm not who I was, and I'm not yet who I'll be.

The ocean looks calm from far away too.

Your story isn't over just because a chapter hurt.

Somewhere between who I was and who I'm becoming.

The best answers come in quiet moments.

Deep waters run quiet.

Not every question needs an answer tonight.

Some days are for surviving. That's enough.

People change, and so do the reasons they stay.

Healing is quiet work.

Tomorrow is a blank page with no deadline.