A stop on the journey
There are times when you don't write to narrate events.
You write to pause.
To look back, not with pain anymore, but with understanding.
This text is such a pause.
I felt the need to pause for a while.
Not to feel pain again, but to see what all of this left behind.
And what remained, ultimately, was strength.
This inner strength was born from what preceded it:
From the beginning of my journey Before everything,
from "When the miracle hurts", from A joy that didn't have time to blossom,
and from that moment when, despite the fear, And yet, I continued: a journey through uncertainty.
It wasn't a straight path.
It was a journey with losses, pauses, and silences.
And through all of this, an endurance was born that wasn't visible... but it was there.
The source of faith
I don't know exactly where I drew so much strength from... or rather, I can imagine: God gave it to me.
I won't hide from you that many times throughout these years my faith was shaken and tested.
But, in the end, I always ended up there.
And faith always comforted me.
The pain that teaches
Pain changes you, but it also teaches you so much.
You discover endurance and strengths that you didn't believe you could have.
I'm not saying we have to hurt in order to learn.
But when life brings difficulties, perhaps this is the only way to endure them:
To see them as an opportunity to become stronger.
This, of course, you can only understand with time.
Time in these cases is the only ally.
And it takes a lot of patience and endurance to let it pass.
Looking back
Looking back, I don't just see the losses.
I see the woman I became through them.
I didn't become stronger because I wanted to.
I became so because I had to.
And within this forced maturation, I learned to stand with more tenderness towards myself, towards life, and towards what cannot be controlled.
If I kept something from this whole journey, it's that strength doesn't shout.
It exists silently.
And it always appears at the moment you think you can't take it anymore.
Closing the journey
And so, looking back, I understand that every difficulty, every loss, every doubt, left something invaluable inside me.
A strength that doesn't shout, a silent endurance, a deep faith in life and in love that always finds a way to bloom.
And with this silent strength I continue my journey... with an open heart, eyes that see, and a soul that loves.