2025 lessons:


Sometimes life puts people in our path who carry storms inside them.
And sometimes, without realizing it, we stand in the rain with them longer than we should — not because we’re naïve, but because we hope the lightning might finally turn back into light.

When someone’s pain echoes a loss we once lived through, we try to rewrite the ending. We give, we support, we offer grace… and occasionally, we end up hurt for it. That’s not something to hide in shame. It’s proof that even after everything we’ve survived, our instinct is still to help, not harm.

Mistakes aren’t moral failures.
They are reminders that our compassion is still alive — and that boundaries, once learned, become armor.

I’m stepping forward with clarity, not guilt.
If anyone tries to distort my truth or weaponize my vulnerability, I want this here in my own words:
People heal. People relapse. People choose. And sometimes, choosing yourself is the only way to stop someone else’s chaos from becoming your demise.

No shame. No fear. Just closure — and the quiet strength of someone who finally walked out of the storm.