WHEN SHE FINALLY TOLD HERSELF THE TRUTH. She had been holding so much together that she forgot what her own heart sounded like. Always the strong one. Always the dependable one. Always the one who put herself last. But in the quiet of the night, she realised something she'd ignored for years she wasn't okay. And pretending wasn't healing her. So she told the truth. To herself first. She admitted the hurt. She admitted the loneliness. She admitted the exhaustion she'd been hiding behind a brave face. And somehow... honesty softened her. It became the doorway to healing, the beginning of a gentler life, the moment she started coming home to herself again.