A survivor's truth. A community's warning. A fire that will not die. From wreckage to testimony, from survival to purpose — this is our call to rise and protect what was built in blood, courage, and memory.
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Let me tell you something real: I didn't claw my way back to the living just to tiptoe through it. I came back loud. Lit from the inside. Unwilling to apologize for the fire that kept me warm when the world went cold. This space — my words, my witness, my breath — is where I lay down the truth exactly as it happened and exactly as it feels. A place shaped by loss, rebuilt with grace, carried by a community that knows what it means to rise anyway. 🌱🌅
