Nothing is permanent, not even this feeling.

The truth hurts less than the waiting.

I'm learning that peace is a choice I make daily.

Some days you win. Some days you understand.

Keep your heart soft and your boundaries clear.

Not all who leave were meant to stay.

Darkness is just the backdrop for your light.

The older I get, the smaller my circle and the bigger my peace.

I miss the version of me that didn't overthink.

We are made of every goodbye we survived.

The mind is loud when the room is quiet.

You don't find yourself. You build yourself.

I've learned more from my silences than my speeches.

Some days are for surviving. That's enough.

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

Growth feels like losing before it feels like winning.