The Vivid Verse Blog Series ✍️Chapter 2
✨Before there was this home 🏡, this quiet confidence 🌟, this woman standing in her own light… there was her. The woman before this one was all heart ❤️ and open hands 🤲 — giving, giving, giving until there was barely anything left to call her own. She learned too young that love could be both the thing that saves you and the thing that shatters you 💔.She walked through years where her smile was a mask 🎭, painted on so no one would see the storms swirling inside 🌊. She became a master of holding it together — for her children 👩👧👦, for the people who needed her, for the world that didn’t bother to ask how she was really doing. There were nights where the walls felt like they were closing in 🕳️.
Nights where she cried into her pillow so softly the moon 🌙 couldn’t hear her. There were mornings where she rose anyway — not because she felt strong 💪, but because she had no other choice. She learned the art of survival like a language 🔑, each hardship another word, another sentence in a story she hadn’t yet learned to tell. And somewhere in that chaos, she found faith ✝️ — the one thing that didn’t falter when everything else did. Looking back now, she sees the woman she used to be not with pity, but with gratitude 🙏.
That woman fought through storms 🌪, stitched her heart back together 🪡, and carried her dreams like fragile glass 🌹.She may not have known it then, but every scar was a chapter, every tear a turning page 📖. Without her, there would be no Vivid Verse.
🌟 Vivid Thought: Never forget the woman you once were. She’s the reason you survived long enough to become who you are today. 💖