Do you know what it means to be pushed to the ground and stand up over and over?

To be torn open by the world, your shoulders bowed beneath the weight of loss, the weight of silence,

the weight of love. There are wounds that never close. There are storms that never end. And yet, something within you burns quietly - not asking for fuel, but offering unending cinder.

You are not what was done to you. You are what you chose to become after. You are not the pain but the smile on your face - when you look back at what you’ve been through.

The alchemy of pain into purpose.

The formula of turning weight into wings.

Resilience is not about surviving. It is about refusing to vanish. To carry the scars of every fall and still look forward. Flawed, but real.

To offer your porcelain-turned heart to a clumsy, careless world. A world that’s only gonna break your heart. But still trust. Still try. Still care. Because you remember who you are. Because you refuse to be crushed. Because you hold a world and will not let go if it doesn’t recognise its pillars.

I will not disappear. I will grow. I will breathe.

I am Resilience.

Have you ever truly known me?