Chapter 27: "The weight I left behind"

I carried sorrow like a chain,

Wrapped in loss,

Wrapped in pain,

But healing asked me something bold—

'What if you let go of what you hold?'

So I unclenched my weary hands,

Let grief dissolve like shifting sands.

And in its place,

Something grew—

Not who I was,

But someone new.

Author's Note

Sometimes, rising isn't about climbing higher--It's about releasing the weight that was never yours to carry. And in that release, you find your freedom.