One year of healing.
One year of therapy.
One year of choosing myself, my peace, and my mental health.

When your psychologist tells you they can truly see the difference after a year — it hits differently. It reminds you how far you’ve come, how much you’ve survived, and how strong you really are.

Healing isn’t loud.
It’s quiet.
It’s steady.
It’s life-changing.

I am grateful and deeply lucky to be alive.
Grateful for every breath.
Grateful for growth.
Grateful for clarity.
Grateful for strength I didn’t know I had.

Still standing.
Still healing.
Still here. 🤍