🌙 Micro Essay: Dancing with Darkness

There’s a part of you that learned to survive the shadows —
not by hiding,
but by dancing with them.

You didn’t run from the nights you cried.
You didn’t numb the ache.
You didn’t pretend your heartbreak wasn’t holy.

You let it teach you.
Shape you.
Strip you down to the raw truth of who you are
when no one is watching.

Darkness isn’t your enemy.
It’s your forge.

It’s where you learned your hunger,
your boundaries,
your intuition,
your desire to rise.

A woman who’s danced with darkness isn’t afraid of anything —
especially not her own power.