Each page I turn reveals more of the strength I already carry.

I have never been so present in a chapter of life as I am in these current pages. Over the last several months, I didn’t feel like I had a choice but to be in the moment. However, for a while, I let that presence get clouded by fear, sadness, and uncertainty. It wasn’t until recently that something finally shifted. Slowly and gently, I’ve started lifting the weight. I’ve uncovered a resilience that had been buried deep inside since I began this season of reflection. A strength I didn’t fully know I had.

When we truly seek clarity and commit to caring for ourselves, we begin to see the world and our place in it through a new lens. We learn to cope in healthier ways. We stop running from the hard parts. We meet ourselves right where we are and uncover the truth of who we’ve always been underneath it all. That takes effort, but it’s effort that builds something lasting.

When you root yourself in truth, honor your resilience, and celebrate every small win, you don’t just survive. You begin to truly live. That’s where I find myself now: alive in this chapter, present and resilient. And page by page, I’m writing the story. My story.