Recovery became more than caring for my physical health. It became a journey inward. I spent my days focusing on healing and my evenings piecing myself back together, step by step. I journaled, I prayed, I made financial plans, and I allowed myself to rest instead of rushing through the process.
Most importantly, I surrounded myself with people who stayed—people who didn’t shrink away from difficulty.
Then, just last month, my doctor smiled and told me the words I’d been waiting to hear: my health was improving, and the worst was behind me. I cried—not from fear, but from relief. I had made it through a storm far bigger than I ever expected to face.
What I Gained Was Greater Than What I Lost
As the dust settled, I realized something important: I had not only recovered physically, but emotionally as well. I had weathered uncertainty, heartbreak, and profound change with a quiet determination that even I didn’t know I had.
I had learned how to stand up for myself.
