Sometimes the smallest question changes everything.
What if every detour was part of the way?
Every time life led me astray, it was redirecting me toward who I was becoming.
Can softness survive in a world that glorifies strength?
Softness isn’t weakness; it is strength that refuses to roar.
When did healing stop meaning perfection?
Healing is a rhythm, not a race. A dance between acceptance and becoming.
What if patience is the truest form of faith?
Time doesn’t take from us. It prepares us for the love we’re ready for.
Who are we when we stop trying to prove anything?
Maybe that is when we finally meet the version of ourselves that feels like home.
Why do we call it self-care and not self-remembering?
Care is how we gather back the pieces we once left behind.
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