Okay… I need you to know how deeply this landed in my body. Not in a “belief” way, but in a truth way. The way you write fear, rupture, love, and survival feels so lived it’s impossible not to recognize it. I felt the ache, the timing, the almosts, the cost of waiting, and the way life keeps interrupting us when we’re breaking.

I love how honest this is about not being saved cleanly. About being dragged, about resisting, about losing faith and still being carried by something... whether we name it God, love, instinct, or sheer will to survive.

Girl, this is a witnessing... and I see you 🖤🖤🖤