She learned early that some things never leave-they simply change shape. What began as something invisible slowly became something she carried everywhere, settling into the quiet spaces of her life. Time moved forward, but parts of her remained suspended, waiting for something she couldn't name. She adapted in ways no one noticed, learning how to exist around what could not be undone. The world saw her growing, changing, becoming-but there were pieces of her still standing in places no one else could see. She spent years moving between versions of herself, unsure which one was real and which one had been shaped by survival. Some days felt like standing still. Others felt like moving toward something she didn't fully understand yet. This is the story of what it means to live with what remains-and what it takes to slowly become someone new.