I do know one thing that’s different from now and then. I hope for things now, back then I used to think “hope is for suckers” anyone recognize that line? I was petending I didn’t need light to see. "Typical me" But the truth is, hope is the quiet rhythm under the noise, the pulse that keeps you standing when the ground wants to break you. Back then I thought strength was silence, that healing was pretending. Now I know strength is speaking, and healing is choosing to stay when leaving feels easier. So, dear future me, if you ever forget this, remember: hope is not weakness, it’s the proof you survived.