🌾 There comes a moment when the soul grows tired of pretending. Tired of carrying names that were never yours. 🪨 Tired of wearing armor that was only meant for survival. 🛡️ Tired of mistaking the mask for the mirror. 🪞 Then, in the stillness... 🤍 The God Hagar called El Roi whispers, "I have seen you all along." 👁️✨ The One who has searched you and known you... The One who has never confused your wounds with your identity. ❤️ ✨ I refuse to be a ...