Hey, July, it's me again. Big Birthday this year, Another year... We're forty now. A little older, a little wiser, and feeling more alive than ever, right? We made it. I know things were rough back then. For years, even. Remember when you wanted to quit, when we thought we'd never be okay, that life was always going to be a struggle?
It's been a long journey, full of tough times, lots of silent struggles, lessons we didn't ask for, and pain we didn't think we could handle. It felt like too much so many times. Always second-guessing our choices.
But somehow, we kept going.
I'm not saying everything's perfect now. It's not. We still have bad days. We're still healing and growing. I still feel the past sometimes. But it's better now, and I'm better. We are better. Unlearning so much and learning who we are and who we wanna be. I know you'd be proud of how far we've come. And I'm proud of you too.
So, thanks for staying in the fight. For taking each hard lesson and building steps. For planting the strength I didn't know we had. For showing up even when you had nothing left. Thanks for surviving. You never gave up, and that gave me the chance to be here today. And that means everything.