Rising isn’t what I thought it would be. I used to believe healing meant becoming unbreakable. Untouchable. Immune to the fire that once consumed me. But that’s not what rising looks like. Rising looks like learning how to breathe again in a body that learned to brace. It looks like telling the truth after years of silence. It looks like choosing to stay when everything in you once said disappear. The fire doesn’t erase you. It stays with you. It becomes part of your story… part of your body… pa

Do glass fragments fall into the medicine when an ampoule is opened? #science