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She rose anyway
She Rose Anyway
She was just a girl
when the world first taught her pain.
Small hands, loud silence,
love that came with fear
and lessons no child should learn.
She learned early
how to disappear inside herself
how to smile while breaking,
how to survive instead of live.
The scars didn’t show at first.
They rarely do.
They hid in her thoughts,
in the way she trusted too deeply
or not at all.
Drugs came quietly.
like a promise of peace.
For a moment,
they softened the noise..
numbed the memories..
gave her somewhere to rest
when nowhere felt safe.
Then life changed her forever.
A baby.
Tiny fingers wrapped around hers,
a heartbeat that depended on her breath.
She was still broken, still young,
still trying to heal wounds
she didn’t choose.
Borderline Personality Disorder
gave her emotions like storms—
love that burned too bright,
pain that cut too deep,
fear of abandonment
even when she was never alone.
Trauma followed her
like a shadow that knew her name.
Loss after loss.
Setback after setback.
Moments where giving up
felt easier than standing up again.
But listen closely
this is where the story turns.
Because somewhere between
rock bottom and survival..
she chose growth over guilt
healing over hiding,
truth over shame.
She learned that her past
was not her prison
that diagnoses were explanations
not life sentences,
that strength could exist
right alongside softness.
She did the work.
The ugly work.
The lonely work.
The brave work.
She broke cycles
no one before her could.
She became the mother
she once needed.
She became the woman
she once prayed for.
Now she stands
not perfect
not untouched.
but powerful.
Thriving.
Self-aware.
Grounded.
Alive.
She doesn’t just survive anymore.
She builds.
She leads.
She inspires.
She reminds others
that where you start
does not decide where you finish.
This is not a story of damage.
This is a story of resilience.
Of a girl who became a woman
and refused to let her trauma
write the ending.
And if you’re reading this
and see yourself in her
know this:
If she can rise.
so can you.
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