The scars we carry We all carry scars, though they show up in different ways. Some rest quietly in the mind, covered by years of trauma, by the weight of abuse, by relationships that drained more than they gave. Some scars come from careers that never lifted off the ground, from dreams that dimmed and opportunities that slipped through our fingers. Other scars come from people we lost and dreams that never came true. They remind us of the roads we longed to walk but never could. Other scars live on our bodies, carved by surgeries that saved us, medications that kept us breathing, accidents that blindsided us, or injuries that changed us forever. They don't just mark pain, they mark endurance. They whisper the truth that we went through something we didn't think we could, and somehow, we are still here. Whether mental or physical, every scar is part of our story. Not something to be erased, but something that reveals the depths of who we are and how far we've come. They are not the end of us-they are the evidence that we have lived.