A quiet place doesn’t have to be perfect or pretty. It can be in your car after a long day at work, sitting on the edge of your bed, going for a walk , or standing outside just trying to breathe.
And the thing about that kind of quiet is..
It’ll make you feel everything you’ve been avoiding. The emotions you tucked away so you could keep going.
The pain you brushed off because you didn’t have the energy to deal with it.
The thoughts you tried to silence because life didn’t give you room to fall apart.
In the quiet, all of it rises to the surface.
It’s uncomfortable.
It’s overwhelming.
But it’s real.
And sometimes, that’s exactly what you need.
Not to be strong. Not to push through. But to sit in that quiet and finally admit, I’ve been carrying so much shit.
And the tears fall.
Not because you’re weak,
but because you finally stopped pretending you’re okay.
Because the quiet gave your heart permission to speak.
Because the weight you’ve been carrying didn’t ask it just showed up in the silence.
And sometimes the only way to release it is to let the tears have their moment.
There’s nothing wrong with breaking down in the middle of your own stillness.
Take that moment.
Sincerely Me, Letters From the In-Between 