I used to think silence was a kind of mercy. Then I learned what mine sounds like.

There comes a moment when the mirror stops reflecting and starts revealing — the face, the fight, the faith beneath it all. These words were born in that moment: between silence and surrender, where grace wrestles with flesh and truth stares back unblinking. What follows isn’t self-pity or confession; it’s a prayer in motion. An unpolished acceptance. A glimpse of a woman learning to meet herself — wholly, honestly, and through the eyes of God who never stopped calling her worthy.