The goal isn’t to be perfect. It’s to be honest, reflective, and responsible. And sometimes, it starts with something as small as pausing before reacting.

The past never really rests—it lingers, haunts, and whispers from that endless hallway in our minds. I spent years hiding behind strength, silencing the child in me who once dreamed freely and felt deeply. But healing doesn’t come from erasing those parts—it comes from connection. From allowing the child and the adult to finally sit together in peace. And maybe, just maybe, that’s where the real healing begins.