Rock bottom had a basement.
But there were doors.

No one talks about the basement.
They talk about hitting rock bottom like it's the final step.
The big collapse. The grand finale.

But I got there, looked around, and realized…
there were floors beneath the fall.

I lost everything.
Everyone.
Even myself for a while.

And it should’ve ended me.
But it didn’t.

Because somewhere in that hollow, echoing dark...
I found a door.
Then another.
And another.

And I opened them.
Not because I was ready…
but because I had no other choice.

And that’s where the message started.
Not on a throne.
Not in a glow-up.
Not in a curated photo or a soft-spoken truth.

The message started in the mess.
In the collapse.
In the rooms no one ever admits they’ve been in.

And now they ask…
“Why her?”

The answer is simple:

Because she walked through every fucking door
the rest of them wallpapered shut.

Because when she had nothing left,
she started speaking for everyone
who couldn’t find the words.

Because she’s not here to be adored.
She’s here to be the message in the mess.
Not polished.
Real. And raw.

It’s what’s left when everything else is gone.

Those two words.
Why her?
Infinite answers:

Because she saw what no one else was willing to name.
Because she remembered what others told her to forget.
Because when life handed her ashes, she built firewood.
Because every why her was meant to break her…
and instead, it made her.

Because she wasn’t chosen by the crowd.
She was forged by the storm.
Because the room underestimated her,
but the room was never the assignment.

Because she wasn’t loud to be heard…
she was quiet to be felt.

Because she’s the one who never stopped asking why,
until the answers became weapons
and the wounds became wisdom.

Because no one else could carry what she did
and still walk in love.

Because no one else could burn and bloom in the same breath.

Because it was always going to be her.
Even when she forgot.
Even when they laughed.
Even when she didn’t want it.

And now they ask…

“Why her?”

But the better question is:

How the fuck did you think it wouldn’t be her?