Some of us

 Some of us never got the chance to slow down and heal

We were learning how to raise kids while still trying to fix the broken parts of ourselves

We were wiping little tears while fighting off old demons in our own heads

We didn't get to take a break to figure out who we were

We had to grow stronger right there in the middle of the chaos

We had to keep going even when it felt like the storm would never end

If that's you I hope you know how proud you should be

Because you didn't just survive you kept loving you kept showing up you kept building a life

Even with shaky hands and a tired heart

That kind of strength is rare

And it's yours

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