You made it. Breathe.
This isn’t a comment section-it’s a release. Drop your truth. Loud or quiet. Raw or graceful. You’re safe here. And you don’t have to carry it all.
Some raged. Some whispered. All were real. These are the echoes of the ones who whispered to the wall. Take what lands. Let the rest drift.
“I built this wall because I didn’t know where to put the weight.
And now? It’s not just mine. It’s yours too.
So scream here. Whisper here. Be ugly and honest here.
I promise-we’ll hold it with care.
This is not the end of me.
This is the breath before I rise.”
“Re-writing my story every single day..”