A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath
For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.
THE UNSPOKEN RESTLESSNESS
For years, I followed the rhythm everyone expected ie early drives, meetings, targets, polite smiles that didn’t reach the eyes.
My life looked complete on paper, yet somewhere between deadlines I began to notice a quiet hum inside me, like a question that refused to fade.
I didn’t know what it wanted; only that it kept asking for space.
Pause and breathe.
What stirred within you?
Notes / What I Felt:
I still walked through life mechanically.
A quiet voice whispered for attention.
Curiosity and fear intertwined.
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