𝒟ℯ𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃... 

This is for the ones who are still suffering.
For the women walking through the fire of parenting with broken hearts, heavy grief, mental battles, and the terrifying question:

'Can I really keep going?'

I dedicate this to the children; those who got lost in the shuffle of their parents’ decisions, but still carry a light within them.

To a generation that may feel too broken to know where to start, but deep down, still wants to try.

To the moms in recovery, fighting every single day to build something better... for themselves and their babies.

I see you.

I am you.

To the women who stood beside me, lifted me, held me down, and reminded me who I was, even when I forgot.

Your love built this.

I dedicate this to hope. Not the pretty kind, but the quiet, stubborn kind.

The kind that whispers, “This ain’t it… there’s more.”

To the tears cried in secret.
To the nights I didn’t think I’d make it.
To the sacred ache of becoming.

But most of all, I dedicate this to the ones who are trying.
The ones who are still in the fight.
The ones who wake up and choose healing, even when it hurts.

This isn’t the cure for what we’ve been through, 
But it is the testimony of someone who’s still here.
Still growing.
Still healing.
Still hoping.

And I pray you’re in this with me.