And Then the Sun Comes Out

There’s this moment — sometimes it’s an hour, sometimes it’s just a breath — when the dark starts to loosen its grip.
It’s quiet at first, just a small flicker. A reminder that the flame inside me never really went out, it was just waiting for air.

And then the sun comes out.
And everything changes.

I can see the flame again.
I can feel the power I thought I’d lost start to stretch, yawn, and whisper, “Hey girl, I’m still here.”

Isn’t it crazy how the dark can hide your will and confuse your heart?
It convinces you you’re out of fight, when really you’re just out of light.

But a little light — just a crack through the blinds, a kind word, a wagging tail, a red bird on a branch — is all it takes.
And suddenly, you’re not sinking. You’re rising.
You can see yourself take flight.

Because even after the longest night, the sun still shows up.
And so do I. 💚