Fueling your inner fire

When Life Rages around we’ve all faced those seasons when the winds howl the rain lashes against the windows of your soul, and everything you’ve built feels fragile It’s in these storms that our deepest flames flicker as I know this because I’ve stood in that downpour too.

Years ago I hit a wall Dreams I’d nurtured for a decade crumbled overnight Rejection letters piled up as most Relationships frayed, I would drag myself through each day feeling like a candle drowning in its own wax. The storm wasn’t just outside it had moved in unpacked its bags and settled into my bones. But here’s what I learned in that darkness the fire doesn’t ask for perfect conditions to exist It just needs oxygen from a single breath, A reason for me that breath came in tiny defiant acts, Lighting a candle while crying at the kitchen table as I Write one raw paragraph when my mind screamed What’s the point Calling a friend and whispering, I’m not okay instead of pretending. These weren’t grand gestures they were my survival rituals ways to feed the embers when the downpour threatened to drown them.