
I felt everything….
The word, the silence, the change.
There were moments I didn’t think I’d make it through, moments where I questioned what was real and if I was enough.
I questioned myself, I questioned what was real, I questioned if I was even handling it the right way. But I kept going. Not perfectly, and not without breaking a little.
And maybe that’s what strength is: choosing to keep going even when you don’t feel ready.
✍️Bella 🌹

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