Sit With Me Awhile

Healing doesn’t always arrive in dramatic moments.

Sometimes it comes quietly.

For a long time, mornings were the hardest part of my day.

Waking up meant remembering everything all over again.

The weight of what had happened.
The questions that still didn’t have answers.
The ache that sat quietly in my chest before my feet even touched the floor.

There were mornings when I woke up already exhausted from the emotions I knew were waiting for me.

But healing has a way of moving slowly, even when we don’t notice it happening.

And one morning, something was different.

I opened my eyes and for the first time in a long time, my mind was quiet.

There was no rush of painful thoughts.

No immediate replay of the past.

Just stillness.

At first, I almost didn’t trust it.

I waited for the familiar heaviness to return.

But it didn’t.

Instead, I sat there noticing small things I hadn’t paid attention to in months.

The morning light coming through the window.
The quiet of the house before the day began.
The simple feeling of breathing without that tightness in my chest.

It wasn’t that my past had disappeared.

The memories were still there.

But they no longer had the same grip on my heart.

In that moment I realized something important.

Peace doesn’t always mean the pain is completely gone.

Sometimes it simply means the pain no longer controls every part of your day.

That morning didn’t solve everything.

Healing is still a journey, and there are still moments where old feelings try to resurface.

But that morning showed me something I hadn’t believed was possible for a long time.

That peace could return.

Quietly.

Gently.

One morning at a time.