Last night, I scrolled through my old chats from five years ago… and I couldn’t help but shake my head. I saw a version of me that was tired… broke… and silently fighting battles no one knew about. I remember those nights when poverty made sleep feel like a luxury when my stomach growled but my pride said, “I’m fine.” I remember borrowing data to stay connected, and laugh out my sorrows praying that one small order, one small favor, one small miracle would come through. And reading those chats t