I know u

Step inside. If you’re here tonight—door shut, heart loud, his words still ringing—

you’re not wrong. You’re not weak. You’re just… hanging on.

I know that knot: phone hidden, breath shallow, ‘maybe tomorrow’ on repeat.

But here’s the quiet part: one step. Just one.

A text. A walk. A locked drawer.

That’s how you start.

The bruises fade. The fear shrinks.

One day you’ll look back—

not at what broke you,

but at what you carried.

And you’ll breathe.

Like you’ve never breathed.”