They called survival insanity when it didn’t look pretty. They called memory a wound when it was actually a map. I remember everything and I still chose love. I still chose my babies. I still chose to rise instead of rot. This is what it sounds like when truth stops whispering and starts singing. If you feel this in your bones, you already know. Some of us weren’t built to disappear. We were built to echo. 🔥✨ #TrishTruth