I'm just girl trying to get her spark back. Trying to find the version of me that used to smile without forcing it. The girl who laughed loudly, dreamed freely, and did not overthink every little thing. Some days are still hard. Some nights still feel heavy. But I'm learning that healing is not always loud or fast. Sometimes, it looks like getting out of bed, taking care of yourself, or choosing to stay soft after everything hurt you. I may not be fully okay yet, but I'm trying, and that matters. Little by little, I'm becoming myself again. Not the old me, but a stronger and softer version who survived things she thought would break her.