Notebook for When You’re Still Here ノートブック

This isn’t a journal. It’s your quiet anchor when “still here” feels like the only truth you have left. Open it. Write one sentence. Breathe the weight out. Made for: → The widow who shows up even when she’s empty → The caregiver whose presence is all she has left to give → Anyone whispering "I’m still here even if I’m not okay" into empty rooms No glitter. No quotes about “growth.” Just something solid when “still here” is all you’ve got.