Steady Through the Storm

It starts so small—a subtle sign, easy to miss in another life. But in ours, it’s never just anything.

A stomach-dropping moment grips me, a flicker of fear sparking a fire of what ifs. My mind races, dragging me back to the beeping machines, the fluorescent lights, the desperate need to stay strong when everything felt so fragile.

The past doesn’t let go easily. Every tiny shift pulls me into a battle I didn’t ask for but fight every day. The weight of trauma sits heavy, whispering worst-case scenarios and daring me to unravel.

But I don’t have that luxury. I breathe deep, swallow the fear, and focus. She’s counting on me to stay steady, to be the calm in her storm, even as my own storm rages quietly inside.

This is the balance I walk daily. Holding her hand while carrying the weight of both our worlds. Fighting the ghosts of the past while protecting her present. Some days it feels impossible but no matter how heavy it gets, she’s worth every step.