It’s been over a week since I’ve been here. Something deeply upsetting happened not my story to tell but it shook me to my core. Living with PTSD, I found myself surrounded by triggers, and I needed space offline to regain my footing.
In that quiet, I realized something essential life is short. So here’s what carried me through:
If you need help, reach out you don’t have to go this alone.
Mend relationships that are safe, nourishing, and real.
Check on those who feel alone, especially family members.
Heal yourself everyone deserves care and compassion.
Growth shakes us it’s not always easy but it can lead to something beautiful.
Material things? They don’t matter they won’t follow you. What counts is love, healing, and presence.
That past week was intense. I felt raw. I felt different. And that’s okay.
So from here on, I give myself permission to show up only when I’m ready, on my own terms. I’ll cling to the small joys the feel of morning sunlight, the ease of a kind message, the warmth in shared laughter. These matter. I refuse to let the little things derail me again.