Somewhere along the way, you started drifting from yourself.

Not all at once — just little pieces, quietly tucked away.

The world asked you to be strong. To be everything for everyone.

To keep going, even when you were tired, even when you were unsure,

even when you couldn’t hear yourself anymore.

But your body remembers. Your heart remembers.

There’s a part of you that’s still intact — soft, knowing, waiting.

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This space was created for that part.

For the quiet return.

The breath between chapters.

The home within.

Come as you are. You don’t have to do anything.

Just arrive.