For anyone who’s ever felt invisible, overwhelmed, or unsure if they still want to keep going—this is for you. A reflection and a poem about the quiet grace of surviving.

One evening, she sat by the fireplace, staring at the cold ashes. Her journal lay open beside her, untouched. She whispered, “I don’t even know what to say to You anymore.” A soft breeze stirred the ashes. One tiny ember glowed faintly beneath the gray. She leaned closer.