There was a time in my life when everything changed. The kind of change that shakes you to the core - plans fell apart, the future felt uncertain, and the weight of the world sat heavy on my chest.

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In those quiet, sleepless nights, I found myself searching for light. Not just any light, but something real. Something that could remind me that even in the hardest moments, there is still the quiet voice that says " I will try again" 

I started lighting candles. But not just to fill a room with a pleasant scent - I needed more. I wanted each flame to stand for something. A truth. A reminder. A whisper that I wasn't alone.