12/01/2026
“The Nights She Learned to Survive”
She used to fear nighttime.
The world would fall asleep while her body woke up with burning nerves, twisting muscles, and a loneliness so heavy it felt like a second illness.
At 3:12 AM she would sit on the edge of her bed, hands in her hair, whispering,
“Why me?”
But one night, something shifted.
She lit a candle.
She put on soft music.
She wrapped herself in a blanket that felt like an apology.
Instead of fighting her body, she sat with it —
and for the first time, she didn’t feel weak.
She felt… alive.
Sensitive, yes. Fragile, yes.
But still here.
Still breathing.
Still fighting.
Those nights didn’t get easier —
but she got stronger.
Now when the world sleeps, she rises.
Not in pain, but in power.
🕯️