The Light In My Darkness

“Be you.”

His words echo through me today, lingering like a whisper against bare skin. He used to say that often—so simple, yet it always unraveled something deep inside me. I’ve never known anyone like him… a man who radiated light, even in life’s shadows. He never spoke with hate, never carried bitterness. He would say he was lucky to have the life he lived, and I’d reply, “No… you’re blessed.”

We all are—though sometimes, we forget. Especially when life turns stormy. But I’ve come to find beauty in the struggle. The storms I have gone through weren’t meant to break me..

they were meant to bless me. The past eight years have tested every part of me. And yet, this last year… it changed everything. It stripped me bare. Exposed me. Transformed me.

And in the darkness that nearly swallowed me whole…

He was my light.