Happy birthday to me.

Today I celebrate quietly, but with a heart that refuses to give up. I remind myself that I matter — even when no one hears me, even when the world feels heavy. Every breath, every step, every sunrise I endure is proof of my strength.

I carry hope like a small flame, fragile but alive, guiding me toward brighter days. Surviving another year isn’t just time passing — it is courage, it is healing, it is victory.