


I have faced countless storms on My own, stood strong when no one noticed My struggles, and learned to survive without help.
I became My own strength, My own shelter. And now, when it’s just a little rain, they come offering umbrellas — too late, and too unaware of the battles I’ve already fought and won.
It’s not that I don’t appreciate the gesture; it’s just that I’ve already learned how to walk through the rain unafraid.
Good noon