Scars are just stories the body remembers.

You can be grateful and still want more.

Hope is a quiet kind of brave.

Sometimes strength looks like rest.

Healing is quiet work.

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

Some questions only time can answer.

The things we can't say shape us the most.

Maybe the detour was the destination.

Some goodbyes are acts of self-respect.

Your worth isn't measured by who stays.

Every chapter needs a pause.

Nothing is permanent, not even this feeling.

Stillness is where I hear myself again.

The strongest roots grow in the dark.

Loneliness taught me to like my own company.