I remember the first time someone called me resilient.
It was like what I imagine discovering your superpower would feel like.
Suddenly, I felt invincible. I believed that no matter what, I would be ok.
I felt hopeful because I knew that even if things got dark, I would still push through.
I felt proud that as much as life tried to break me, I always had a little more strength to piece myself together.
So these are those diaries. Those moments of darkness, of falling, & of breaking.
But also, those moments of light, of picking myself up, & of putting me back together.