The one word I hope that others would say about me, especially those who knew me on some level, is resilient. I have experienced a turmoil and confusing childhood/upbringing (I know many others have as well) that has led to a rabbit whole of trauma that I am just now learning about in my early thirties. The trauma stemming into mental health issues such as anxiety and depression. I have had a roller coaster of a life of ups and downs, struggles with trauma inflected down the drain self-esteem, and several deep falls. However, I continue to fight every day whether it’s with vast amount of strength or just enough to get me through each day. I don’t quit. I surrendered to therapy a few months ago ready to dive deep into my trauma, my past, and my struggles to learn, apply, and grow from each new learned lesson that will help me heal.
Resilience is my word for today.
Escaping Reality and looking within 
Resilience isnโt loud.
It doesnโt announce itself or look impressive while itโs happening.
For me, resilience has looked like getting up without applause, learning without a roadmap, and continuing even when there was no clear reward for doing so. Itโs been quiet choices made on ordinary days โ choosing to keep going, choosing to stay honest, choosing not to harden.
Resilience isnโt about never breaking. Itโs about not letting what broke you turn you into someone youโre not. Itโs about adapting without losing your values, and rebuilding without pretending it was easy.
Iโve learned that strength doesnโt always feel strong in the moment. Sometimes it feels like patience. Sometimes it feels like rest. Sometimes it feels like walking away.
This is not a story of perfection.
Itโs a record of endurance, growth, and becoming โ one real step at a time.