I was numb. For a while. Then angry. Then broken. It felt like my world had come apart in front of my eyes. This was different.
The next few weeks were filled with calls. Messages. From someone I had once held close. I didn’t understand it. But I knew I couldn’t be the victim. There had to be something I was missing.
And somewhere, on the edge of breaking completely, I saw it.
It wasn’t complicated. I was too fast. Too intense. Too far ahead of myself. I never paused. I never stayed. I kept moving. Looking for something more. Something else. Even when everything I needed was already there.
I thought it was the place. The city. The surroundings. That something outside had to change for me to feel at peace.
But it wasn’t that.
It was me.
I had read it before. Heard it before. But this time, I understood it.
Peace is not where you are. It’s how you are.
It took me years to see that. And I paid for it. Some things don’t come back. Some moments don’t return.
I sit with it now. This is something I won’t forget.
I spent years moving forward. It took me everything to finally look inward…
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