The Art of Thriving in Stillness




For the first time in so long—maybe ever—I feel happy and peaceful. Since 2007, life has been marked by survival: verbal, financial, and emotional abuse, the struggle to hold a marriage together, the pain of divorce and custody battles, heartbreak, worry, and isolation. I carried so in much weight—trying to protect my boys, hold the pieces together, and still stand tall.

Through every season—abandonment, family distance, strained friendships, and loss—I learned what peace is not. I learned that love without respect is not love, that strength without support becomes exhaustion, and that boundaries are acts of self-respect.
Now, there is joy. I’m at peace. My heart feels open again—to love, to friendship, to self-compassion. I’ve repaired relationships that matter, released those that don’t, and forgiven those who hurt me. I feel tenderness for the girl I once was—the one who longed to be seen, heard, and cared for. I see her now. I love her now. And for the first time, she feels safe, seen and enough.





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