ARMY

When we learn to carry our hurt without sharpening it into a blade — that’s where healing begins.

Pain echoes if we let it. It moves from hand to hand, voice to voice, wound to wound. But true change happens when we quiet that echo, when we refuse to wound the ones who stand beside us. It’s choosing restraint when cruelty feels easier. It’s choosing not to bleed on those who never cut us.

That choice is rare — and that choice is power.