14/06/2026
Some seasons ask everything of you. This one has.
I’ve been held by people who don’t need to understand everything to love you.
I’ve kept working through the hardest days, because it reminds me who I am when everything else is shifting.
I’ve packed boxes, not just a house, but a version of myself, folded and carried forward.
Noa has walked beside me without ever asking why.
Friends have sat with me without needing explanations. Movement has brought me back to my body when my mind was too loud.
I’ve laughed and celebrated, even while something inside was still healing. Both are real, both are allowed.
I’ve read words that held up a mirror at exactly the right moment. I’ve written and let the nights be honest.
And even broken things had something to say.
I don’t know how many years I’ve already lived this year. Raw, magical, painful, joyful, sometimes all before noon. Life has been asking a lot of me. And I’ve been answering.
Always trusting the next chapter because I know the author.
