Some people carry an unshakable strength.

Not because life favored them, but because they’ve already walked through hell and kept moving.

They’ve endured seasons where comfort wasn’t an option. Lost what they thought they couldn’t live without. Started again from nothing, when nothing felt certain.

When you’ve been to the bottom and clawed your way back, fear changes.

Losing it all doesn’t scare you anymore, because you know you can rebuild.

Confidence stops coming from what you own…and starts coming from who you’ve become.

That’s real power.

Not luck.

Not perfect timing.

But grit. Faith. Fire.

And the mindset:

“No matter what happens, I rise.”