🪬 I recognize myself; I know me again. Remnants of a dream, another life. 🪬 Accept the quiet power in recognition. We don’t lose ourselves all at once. We fragment slowly, adapting, surviving, succumbing to what the moment asks of us. Then, one day, something familiar stirs. A feeling, a knowing, a truer version of you steps forward and says, "I'm still in here somewhere..." 🙏 Recognition is not regression. It’s not longing for who you were, rather reclaiming what was alwa