Why Bloody Moon?

The moon has always had its own quiet beauty—distant, calm, and soft. But have you ever seen it turn red? Ever wondered why?

When the sun sets, its light still reaches the moon… but it changes her. It colors her differently—just like people in our lives. Whether they mean to or not, they touch us. They shift our light. They leave their marks—some gentle, some deep.

I call it the Bloody Moon because that’s what I became. A version of myself that’s been burned, broken, reshaped—and made stronger. I’m no longer who I used to be, but I stand firm. Maybe the ones from my past will never understand the weight of their impact, but I do. I carry it. I grew through it.

So when I look at the Bloody Moon, I see myself.
Not as I was, but as I am.
I am > I was.
And I’m proud of who I’ve become. 🌕❤️‍🔥✨

I use Girl's Pic ,cause the moon in my mind is a Girl :) , i just like it and nothing else.