Someone once said to me - "It's okay to wake up tired of pretending. To drag yourself through a day that feels too heavy. To sit in silence and not know what to feel." For the longest time, I thought healing meant hiding. Smiling when I was breaking, and being "fine" when I wasn't. But here's what I know now - Feeling empty doesn't mean you're failing. It means you're still here. Still breathing, still trying, and walking through storms you once thought would swallow you whole. You're not behind. You're surviving.🌧️