Daily Archives: August 9, 2025

I catch the flinch in your eyes.Do you think I chose to live like this?I once owned a bed, a sofa, and a kitchen table.Hope sat beside me in the mornings, warm in the steam of my coffee.My hands held dreams.My hands cradled children.Then, the ground crumbled under me. If you see a woman huddled on the street, take another look.I see a survivor.A woman who raised herself from the wreckage—and walked.My scars tell stories of love lost and nights…