I'm currently sipping on a warm cup of chamomile tea, watching the raindrops create soothing patterns on my window. It's moments like this that remind me to slow down and appreciate the simple things in life.

I keep coming back to this – something gentle lives here.

It says so little, but means so much – it feels like the softest goodbye.

It doesn’t scream self-love. But it knows self-respect.

Honestly, it this pulls you into a feeling I forgot I had.

This one reminded me: nothing is ever really gone.

Never thought it just exists in a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Honestly? what if this is what healing actually looks like?