I needed to breathe after reliving my own testimony. The fog. The forgetting. The faces of people who held me when I couldn't hold myself. I wrote it all down, and now I sit here, chest heavy, realizing that telling the truth doesn't make you strong overnight. It just makes you honest.

And honesty, I'm learning, still needs grace. Still needs rest. Still needs a moment to just… breathe. So here I am. Breathing.

And giving myself permission to not have it all together before I speak again.

We Rise Together. 🤍