God, today I’m another year older and honestly, it feels like a mix of gratitude and disbelief. I’m alive. I’ve made it through losses I didn’t think I’d survive, mornings I almost didn’t get out of bed for, and quiet nights where doubt was louder than hope. And still I’m here. You’re still writing my story, even when my handwriting gets messy. Thank You for the breath in my lungs right now, for the people who remember my birthday and the ones I’ve had to love from a distance. Thank You for the