A woman stands at the sink, hands in soapy water, listening to the quiet thump of her heart as another day breaks. She feels the weight of competing needs - a job that drains, children who demand, a relationship that aches more often than it heals. Out in Central Texas and places like it, silence can press even heavier; help sometimes sits just beyond reach, neighbors distant by miles and custom. She stitches strength together from habit and necessity. Still, doubts persist.

There comes a quiet moment in many women's lives when the strain of feeling invisible or undervalued presses in heavy - whether in the confines of a boardroom where voices go unheard, or during the stillness after family needs have been met, but purpose feels thin. Life transitions, from crumbling relationships to moving across states for the promise of safety or stability, leave doubts and longings sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with duty. Some ache for renewal deep enough to

I am Valid. I am a being of light, love, and compassion. I am a child of God, and my thoughts, feelings, dreams, and desires are valid. I am worthy of all the love and respect in the world. I find the strength and power in my own voice, and I recognize the incredible value it has. There may have been times when I silenced my voice or considered my value to be less. Times when I have dampened my flame. I am worthy of being heard, of being listened to, of being desired. I have