If you glance at this photo, you might see just an ordinary moment — boxes stacked in the background, a small smile on my face, the quiet simplicity of sitting on the floor at home 📦💛. But photos are static; they capture only the surface. They cannot hold the storm that swirls inside, the mix of hope, fear, and anticipation that makes my chest tighten.
The truth? This smile hides a chill I’ve never felt before 😔💫. Tomorrow, I face heart surgery. And as much as I try to lean on the strength I’ve carried through past battles, the scars etched deep from times I’ve been brave 💪✨ — today, I allow myself to feel fear.
I allow myself to admit that the unknown is daunting, that the heart that dictates the rhythm of my life, my emotions, my loves, now needs repair 💔🕊️🫀.I look at the boxes behind me and think about all I still want to “unpack” in life — dreams to chase, places to see, hugs to give, laughter to share 🌈💞. This surgery isn’t the end of a chapter; it’s a pause, a reset, a chance for my heart to gain a new beat, stronger and steadier, carrying me forward toward everything still waiting to be lived ✨💖.
And while the fear is real, so is hope. Every prayer, every kind thought, every message of strength will be carried into that operating room, a quiet army surrounding me 💌🙏💫. Because even in vulnerability, there is courage. Even in uncertainty, there is faith. And even in the quiet moments before a life-changing procedure, there is a promise of tomorrow, a heartbeat yet to come. 💛🌟
So I ask, if this reaches you, send a little love, a whisper of hope, a thought of strength. It will travel with me into tomorrow — a reminder that even when our hearts falter, we are never truly alone. 🌈💖🫀