I’ve been through more in the last two years than I ever thought a single person could carry. Hospital rooms became familiar, setbacks came in waves, and there were nights when even breathing felt like a battle. Yet somehow… I’m still here. Still standing. Still fighting.

This isn’t some ordinary story. This is the story of me walking through the hardest moments of my life, one step at a time, even when those steps shook. I’ve sat alone with thoughts that never slept, with a mind that worked around the clock trying to understand everything — the pain, the fear, the hope, the “why me,” the “keep going,” and everything in between.

But there’s something strangely beautiful in all of it. In the way I refused to break. In the way I kept rising when every part of me felt heavy. In the way I’m learning that even in the darkest seasons, the human spirit can still glow. My story isn’t finished. But this chapter… this one proves that I’m stronger than the storms I’ve survived. And no matter how hard it gets, I’m not done fighting.