Something for all the people I used to be.

If you're the strong one. The one who shows up for everyone. The caregiver who's adapted so many times that you've lost the thread back to yourself. The one who carries an exhaustion that doesn't show up on a lab panel. The one who's been called resilient so many times you forgot this isn't supposed to feel like this.

If you're Filipino, Asian, or from a culture where silence was modeled as strength and asking for help felt like betrayal.

If you're in denial about how much you're hurting because admitting it feels like you're failing everyone who depends on you.

This is for you.

Not to fix you. To remember you.