
Time doesn’t magically erase pain or mend a broken heart. Instead, it slowly shows us how to breathe through the ache, how to smile through the silence, and how to carry the scars with quiet strength.
The wound may still throb, memories may still sting, but with time, we learn to live—differently, more cautiously, yet still with hope.
It’s not healing in the way we expect; it’s adapting, surviving, and somehow… continuing.
Good morning