11/23/2025
It’s humbling to be someone who stands for being a good person, trying to do right by people, choosing kindness, until tragedy unfolds. Until trauma becomes a part of your identity like another limb. It wakes up with you. It speaks when you speak. It helps you make decisions.
What I’m learning is this. You can remove things surgically. You can change your appearance. You can alter the outside so you don’t have to face constant reminders. But scars are permanent. And healing is harder to hide. One day you feel good. One day the scar doesn’t bother you. Days pass. Weeks pass. You move through life carefree and you almost forget. Then suddenly something stops you. A trigger. A memory. A moment. And you’re reminded.
But that moment gives you a choice.
You get to decide if you push forward. You get to decide if you let it defeat who you are chosen to be. In honor of tragedy being a part of me and not my whole identity, I’m choosing to say this.
It happened. Now what.(thank you)
Because no one is coming to save you. No one is going to hold your hand. No one is going to understand every second of your waking life but you. So now what.
Now who do you allow tragedy and trauma to shape you into. A vessel or someone who lets defeat win.
