last sunday of the month. we survived. we learned. we cried over things we never talked about. this month changed us in ways nobody could see. some wounds opened. some goodbyes hurt more than we expected. and some days felt heavier than we let anyone know. but we're still here. maybe not the same person we were at the beginning of the month, but still here. still trying. still healing. still moving forward. as this month ends, may we let go of what keeps hurting us and make room for the peace we deserve. we made it, and that matters.