01/15/2026
Survival isn’t the story. Rising is everything.
I woke up today with scars, not shame. There was a time I didn’t know if I’d see another sunrise. Now, every morning feels like a tiny revolution. I sit. I chant. I remember the weight I carried—and the moment I chose to put it down.
This isn’t about perfection. It’s about presence. It’s about showing up, fist raised, heart open, even when the world expects you to shrink.
If you’re holding your breath, waiting for permission to take up space, let this be it. What’s one ‘wake-up win’ you’re claiming today? Drop it below or DM me if you’re not ready to say it out loud. We rise together. 🖤