I’ve been through hell—doubt, silence, failure, nights where I questioned everything. But I’m still here. Still standing. Still fighting. And if you’re reading this, so are you.
That means something.
You’re not weak. You’re not broken. You’re becoming.
Keep going. The pain is shaping you. The struggle is building you.
And one day, dear Speakers, you’ll look back and realize this wasn’t the end—
it was the beginning of everything.
Love,
Beth