Way to go, girl!

Writing as a therapy.

You walked through fire and held your heart together.

You gathered fallen words and turned them into an altar.

You learned not to scream when it hurts, but to write.

Not to close doors, but to carve windows from them.

Not to ask for light — but to become it.

You looked in the mirror not to judge,

but to witness your aura, to remember your path.

And today, in all that you've created, in all that you've become,

you have every right to say: “Way to go, girl. Look at you — you’re doing just fine.”