3.650 Days

 It was never about how many days passed or how long the time lasted. It was about the strength of a soul that kept choosing to stay, every single second. I still remember, so clearly, ten years ago, asking myself whether the next sunrise would still be mine. Now I understand that these 3,650 days are a miracle, one I am deeply grateful for.

Ten years of dancing in the rain, of finding again the parts of myself that were once lost. Ten years filled with prayers, effort, and tears... tears of pain and tears of joy, born from the courage to keep moving forward, and from the realization that life still holds so many beautiful colors after the darkest seasons; January 14, 2016.

With a heart full of gratitude for every part of my body and every breath I take, I thank myself for not giving up, for choosing not to live in fear, and for continuing to see the world in a deeper, more meaningful way.

Thank you for 3,650 days of learning to love life again, even with all its cracks and imperfections. Thank you for every breath that is still mine.

Dear myself...thank you for staying, for fighting, even when it felt impossible. Today, we have walked through 3,650 days, not as a survivor, but as the Winner of our own story.

Love You Dear Andina :)