You can't heal in the same place that hurt you.

You don't find yourself. You build yourself.

Some days are for surviving. That's enough.

Everyone you meet is fighting something you can't see.

We are made of every goodbye we survived.

I stopped asking why and started asking what's next.

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

The world is loud. Protect your quiet.

The right things find you when you stop chasing the wrong ones.

Every scar is proof I healed.

Peace is expensive. Pay for it anyway.

Nobody talks about how much you grieve who you used to be.

Some memories are homes you can't move back into.

Stillness is where I hear myself again.

Some storms pass through to rearrange things.

The truth hurts less than the waiting.