Not every smile is joy. Sometimes, it’s survival.

Crying in the shower, hiding tears in the stream, smiling on the surface, muffling a scream.

Living through the days that hallowed me out, dying inside, but swallowing the shout.

No one could see the ache that I wore, how loss cracked me open, straight to my core.

But piece by piece, I found my way…not just surviving, but living today.

This is the truth that few ever show, the behind-the-scenes of how healing can grow.

Not all strength looks fierce, not all wounds are loud-some rise in silence, unseen by the cloud.

So if you’re holding it together on the outside but falling apart within-I see you. I see you. You’re not broken, you’re becoming.

You don’t have to journey through this alone…