i don’t feel strong. but i’m still here, carryin all this pain, still walkin through life. even when i fall, i get back up. that’s what strength really is.
Diary, the nights still whisper their absence. But tonight, I hugged my pillow and whispered to myself instead. It’s strange… comforting, like my own arms are finally enough.
Dear diary, I felt a pang of jealousy today, wishing they cared as I did. But then I remembered: I am learning to care for myself first, to nurture the heart that was once theirs.