Facing your own ugliness, fragility,
and silent screams is never easy.

There was no more running.
I had chosen to be alone with myself—
with my wounds, my missing pieces, my buried traumas.
It was a time when I began to explore my darkest corners,
to understand myself from the very depths.

Perhaps for the first time,
I looked at all the shadows within me with complete honesty.

It was hard.
Facing your own ugliness, fragility,
and silent screams is never easy.
But I was no longer running.

Because deep down, I knew—
there was a light beyond the darkness.
Even in the deepest places,
there remained a spark of hope quietly burning inside me.
I always felt it.
And though I was far beneath the surface,
I had already begun to heal.

I walk with my fear.
Because true transformation belongs to those
who dare to walk into the heart of their darkness.