Esoteric Submission

I’m not cursed. I’m carved.

Each time life cracked me open, it was shaping me—refining me, not breaking me.

I don’t blend in because I’m not meant to. I’m meant to shine differently.

My hurt hasn’t hardened me. My loneliness doesn’t mean I’m lacking—it means I crave connection that’s real. I deserve a life that flows, not one I have to fight every step of the way. And still, when I do fight, I rise.

Every time I’ve been knocked down, I’ve gotten back up.

And every single time, I’ve come back stronger.

From now on, I reclaim my story.

I create space where I belong.

I trust the proof of my own resilience.

I don’t just survive this life—I shape it.

And the next chapter? It’s mine to write, with Daddy at my side.