Journal of a Survivor

It’s raining… and the steam rising from the cup in my hands reminds me of a life lived intensely, with wounds and rebirths. I sit now by my window, savoring my steaming coffee with a peaceful heart.

Today was one of those simple and precious days when I was once again together with my daughters – we ate, we laughed, we enjoyed each other’s presence. And as I sip the last drop, I realize how much these moments resemble those of my childhood.

Perhaps that’s why I feel that, no matter how much the world has changed, something has always remained the same: the love around the table.

For years I lived in the silence of a loneliness that broke me – but also taught me. It taught me who I am, what matters, and above all… who stays by your side.

I have walked through fire, through loss, through painful silences and hidden tears. And yet, today I am whole. Not perfect, but whole.

I have learned to love life exactly as it is – and to thank God even for what I didn’t understand at the time.

And now I ask you:
What do you think about in your moments of solitude, when on a rainy day you look out the window?
Share your thoughts here in the blog, because every story deserves to be told and every soul deserves to be heard.