Because not all warriors roar. Some simply keep going.
She never said a word, yet carried it all. She fights battles every single day — mentally, physically, emotionally. Some are loud, some invisible. But no matter the size, a battle is a battle. Some cry. Some fight back. And some? They go silent. They carry their pain quietly and still show up — again and again.
She survives in her own way. Yet amid all the giving, she can lose herself — like a river forgetting its source. Whether she’s in love, in motherhood, or wearing a hundred roles, forgetting herself becomes the silent cost she pays.
But here, she is not invisible. If she’s still standing after losing pieces of herself, she is strength in motion — a heartbeat pulsing through every scar. She is survival with a breath of grace — and she deserves to come home to herself again.
— She ♡
