Once upon a time – though not so long ago, almost today – there lived a Woman.

She wore no crown. She had no armor.
But everyone said she was strong.
Because she had survived storms others had only read about.
Because she stood back up when no one offered a hand.
Because she always had an answer, even when it hurt.

But one night… the Woman looked in the mirror and whispered:

“I don’t want to be strong anymore.
I don’t want to pretend it doesn’t hurt.
I don’t want to keep saving everyone if I’m drowning.
I just want to… live.”

And you know what happened?

The sky didn’t fall.
The world didn’t break.
No one screamed and ran away.

Instead… Silence came.
Soft. Quiet. Like arms she’d needed all her life.
It sat beside her. Asked nothing.

And the Woman – for the first time in so long – fell asleep.
No tension.
No armor.
No plan.

And when she woke the next morning… something had shifted.

She was no longer the one who had to do it all.
She was the one who could **choose.**

And then – for the first time ever – she felt truly… free.

The end.
Or maybe… the beginning.

Because maybe that Woman…
is you.

And maybe this night – is exactly this one.