The Hidden Journal

There’s a weight that keeps me grounded,
and it isn’t pain anymore.
It’s truth.
It’s presence.
It’s the knowing that I don’t need to rise above my life to live it fully.

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For so long I chased lightness —
to float, to escape, to transcend.
But I’ve learned that real peace doesn’t lift me up —
it holds me here.

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Gravity is gentle when you stop fighting it.
It teaches you how to belong to the earth again,
how to let your heart settle
without shrinking your sky.

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This is my balance now —
feet in the soil,
head in the stars,
body in between.
Alive.

— Desiree