Today was not an easy day.
My body felt heavy, my throat hurt,
and even simple things took effort.
There were moments of frustration,
moments where I reacted,
and moments where I just felt tired of everything.
But even in that,
I still showed up.
I ate what I could.
I rested when I needed.
I said sorry when things calmed down.
I chose to protect my peace.
Not every strength is loud.
Some strength looks like lying down and breathing.
Some strength looks like letting go of what hurts.
Today, I choose to see...

Today felt like a long thread pulled through too many moments.

A body that burned in the morning,
a voice that grew softer with each hour,
and a heart that kept trying to stay steady
in places that felt loud, shifting, and uncertain.

There were small discomforts —
the noise, the stares, the teasing,
the feeling of being slightly out of place.

But there were also quiet kindnesses.

A tissue given.
A hand held.
A question asked: “How are you?”

Even when the world felt messy,
I did not disappear.

I showed up —...

This morning began like many others,
quiet steps, small routines,
a body already a little tired
before the world even asked anything of it.
The day started with simple, hands-on tasks.
Shoes to arrange,
small responsibilities to carry.
I reached for hangers,
helped where I could,
doing my part in quiet ways that often go unseen.
Work unfolded in fragments.
There were tasks to complete
math, words, colours
things that should have felt light
but were carried in a heavier atmosphere.
Voices rose around me,
...