What Resilience Means to Me
There was a time I believed resilience meant always being strong—never breaking, never crying, never slowing down. I thought it meant holding everything together for everyone else while quietly unraveling inside.
Resilience isn’t the performance of strength—it’s the practice of healing.
But I’ve come to learn that resilience is something far more honest. It’s not the performance of strength—it’s the practice of healing. It’s allowing ourselves to feel, to grieve, to stumble, and still choose to rise anyway.
For me, resilience began the moment I stopped hiding my story. As a former foster child, I know what it’s like to be unseen and unheard. But telling the truth—on the page, in the mirror, on the stage—has become the most courageous act of my life.
“My past didn’t define me—it refined me. Every broken piece became part of my purpose.”
This blog will be a space for raw, hopeful reflections—on healing, identity, spiritual growth, and what it really means to reclaim your voice. Thank you for walking this journey with me.
— Cynthia
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