Introduction

Today, I bought myself a yellow orchid.
It may seem like just a flower to some, but to me, it’s a quiet declaration—a symbol of survival, healing, and hope. In the midst of life’s chaos and pain, I needed something beautiful, something that wouldn’t demand anything from me but would simply exist… like a gentle reminder that I, too, deserve to bloom.

Body

My life hasn’t followed the path I once dreamed of. I’m a single mother raising three beautiful children on my own. It’s a role that demands my all—my time, my energy, my heart—and I give it without hesitation. But behind the smiles and strength, there are nights of tears, moments of doubt, and silent prayers whispered into the darkness.

What makes this journey harder is the continued battle with my ex-husband—a man who chooses to throw blame, rewriting the story of our past to hide the mistakes he made. His words hurt. Not because they define me, but because I once believed they could. For so long, I tried to hold everything together, hoping that love or understanding would fix what was broken. But sometimes, walking away is not weakness—it’s the beginning of rediscovering your worth.

This yellow orchid, with its vibrant petals and graceful presence, is more than a plant. It’s my way of telling myself: You deserve something beautiful, too. You deserve moments of peace. You deserve to be celebrated, even if no one else sees how hard you're trying. Just like this flower, you are still standing, still growing—even after storms.

Every time I look at it on my windowsill, I feel a quiet strength inside me. I remember that healing isn’t loud. Sometimes, it’s in the little things—like a deep breath, a cup of coffee in silence, or the smile of a child who knows they are safe because you never gave up.

Conclusion

I didn’t just buy a flower today.
I gave myself permission to honor my journey. To celebrate my resilience. To embrace the parts of me that have kept going, even when it felt impossible.

So here’s to every mother fighting silent battles.
Here’s to the women who carry love and pain in the same heart.
And here’s to me—still blooming, still standing, still holding on to hope.

Just like my yellow orchid, I will continue to reach for the light.