❄️ The Snow Fell Without Warning

Edited. Rewritten. Trimmed again and again.

And even now —

there are moments that words simply can’t reach.

Was it abandonment? Being left behind? Forgotten?

None of those quite captured it.

The heart had just begun to warm —

barely adjusted to a new rhythm of steadiness —

when suddenly, everything shifted.

A small girl stood frozen

in the middle of a snow-covered field 🧊

Silent. Still. Surrounded by a hush that felt far too loud.

In that moment,

she didn’t know how to return —

and if not back, then… where?

🫧 What Just Happened?

She didn’t understand what had gone wrong.

Why did things turn so quickly?

Was it something she did — again?

A quiet reflex surfaced: “It must’ve been my fault.”

“I must’ve misstepped, misunderstood, been too much again.”

Before her thoughts could even form fully,

the snowy world around her began to collapse — slowly, silently ❄️💔

Not with a scream.

Not with a crash.

But like the stillness before an explosion in a film —

complete silence,

yet louder than anything she’d ever heard.

All that remained was the sound of her own heartbeat.

Heavy. Loud. Alone ❤️‍🔥

Whether it was love, or the withdrawal of it —

what followed

was the quiet fall of everything she had trusted🌪️

⏳ Through the Tunnel

What came next wasn’t clarity.

It was a long, dim tunnel 🕳️

She walked through it — not knowing if it led anywhere,

only that standing still wasn’t an option.

And eventually,

tears arrived.

Not just for the pain.

But for the younger version of herself —

so open, so unaware, so soft, so innocent.

The tears came in reverence.

For her own tenderness.

For her unspoken strength.

🐛 Becoming

With time,

something began to shift.

Not quickly. Not all at once.

But slowly, quietly, from within.

The cold began to melt.

The shell cracked open.

And what emerged wasn’t what had been lost —

but what had never been fully seen.

She hadn’t just survived.

She had transformed 🐦‍🔥

🦋 Rebuilding From the Ruins

Even if shattered into pieces,

she discovered a way to gather herself —

not in haste, but in truth.

Not to become who she was,

but to become someone new.

Piece by piece.

Softly, fiercely.

She rebuilt herself —

not with what was given,

but with what had always lived inside her ✨

🌈 If You’re Still in the Tunnel

To anyone still standing in the snow —

still unsure what happened,

still learning how to walk again:

Hold on.

There is light at the end of the tunnel.

There is warmth waiting beyond the white.

And there is a strength in you

that even silence can’t take away.

You will never return to who you were.

You will become someone stronger — but softer.

Have faith. Trust the process 🍀