You didn’t choose the breaking—
it arrived like weather
no forecast could hold,
rewriting your body in a language
no one taught you to read.
There was a before,
a map inked in certainty,
a future that felt like a promise
you could keep.
And then—
the quiet unraveling.
Plans slipping like sand through hands
too tired to close,
dreams folding themselves
into something smaller,
something that could fit
inside survival.
You learned the weight of days
measured in spoons,
how even hope
can feel heavy
when your body is already carrying
too much.
Grief became a second heartbeat—
steady, insistent,
echoing all the lives
you almost lived.
But somewhere
between the breaking
and the breathing,
something unexpected took root.
Not the life you had—
not even close.
But a flicker.
A glimmer.
A soft, stubborn light
that refused to be extinguished.
You began again,
not with grand gestures,
but with gentle noticing:
the way sunlight lingers
on your pillow like it’s waiting for you,
the way your body, even in pain,
still keeps you here,
still chooses you
over and over.
You rewrote the map—
not in straight lines,
but in curves and pauses,
in rest stops and detours
that led you inward.
You found purpose
in places you’d never thought to look:
in advocacy,
in softness,
in the quiet courage
of staying.
This comeback
doesn’t roar.
It is the choosing—
again and again—
to remain,
to rebuild,
to believe that a life reshaped
is not a life reduced.
You are not the before.
You are not the loss.
You are the after—
tender, fierce,
becoming something new
in the very place
you thought
everything had ended.
And look—
you are still here.
Not as who you were,
but as someone
who learned how to rise
without leaving themselves behind.
Source: The Comeback Story
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