In the shadows where no one saw my truth, I carried storms that never belonged to me.
They judged the fire but never the wounds, the girl surviving behind closed doors.
But God kept me.
Through every breaking, every silence, every night I thought I wouldn’t make it.
He held me until I could rise again.
This space is for women like me—
misunderstood, refined, not ruined.
Here, you don’t have to explain your scars.
Here, you are seen.
Here, you rise from the fire, not alone, but together.