They tried to bury me, but they didn’t know I was a seed.– Treasurable Life

Tonight I’m not holding back. For too long, people have mistaken silence for surrender, pain for weakness, and scars for shame. They thought the cracks would break me, that the glass would cut me so deep I’d never stand again. They thought the darkness would swallow me whole. But here I am still breathing, still fighting, still alive.

The picture before you says it all. A woman breaking through the wall, glass exploding around her, pain pouring out of her like fire, but power radiating from every scream. This is what it looks like when you refuse to be contained anymore. When the world has pushed you down so many times, but you rise anyway. When your voice was silenced, but you learn to roar.

So, sorry if you thought my story ended here. Oh no this is only the beginning.

Sorry, I’m Not Done

You thought I was finished.
Broken.
Defeated.
But you don’t know the fire in my bones.

The wall has cracked,
the glass has shattered,
and I am no longer contained.

This scream is not weakness.
It is birth.
It is power.
It is the sound of me becoming.

Don’t mistake pain for the ending it’s the spark of the next chapter. Every piece of glass that falls is a piece of the cage that once held me. Every scream that escapes my lips is a prayer set free, a chain broken, a truth unleashed.

I am not who I was yesterday. I am not who you thought I was when I was quiet, when I was still, when I was surviving. That chapter is closed.

Now, I rise from the shards. I walk barefoot through the glass because I’ve bled before and I know healing is possible. I scream because silence never saved me, but truth will. I fight because surrender was never written in my name.

So remember this sorry if you thought I was done. Oh no, I’ve just begun. And this time, I’m unstoppable.