I make things for the moments you forget why you left. For the nights your chest aches and your brain lies to you. I’m still here breaking free day by day—wrapped in doubt, crawling through silence, mistaking pain for "love". Some days, I spiral and I always come back to these words that somehow pull me out. Just a bit. Sometimes, that's all I need. They’re survival gear and I wanted to share. If you’ve been through it, you’ll feel it. Thank you for quietly healing with me and letting me know I'm not alone. You're not alone either. You have me. 💕