I am building.
I don’t have to have everything figured out today. I don’t have to rush my healing, my decisions, or my future. I can move at the pace my spirit can carry.
My voice matters — even when I’m quiet, even when I’m tired, even when I’m still learning how to speak up for myself.
My circumstances do not define my worth. My worth is rooted in God, in truth, in the woman I am becoming — not in the storms around me.
I can be tired and still be moving forward. I can rest without guilt. I can pause without losing momentum.
I can enjoy my grandson and let those moments remind me what love feels like when it’s simple and pure.