The Hidden Journal

Letting light in sounds easy,
but it isn’t.
It asks for softness —
for walls to lower,
for defenses built in darkness
to loosen their grip.

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For a long time, I thought healing meant chasing the sun.
Running toward brightness,
proving I could stay there.
But real light doesn’t demand pursuit.
It asks for presence.

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To let it in,
you have to stand still.
You have to believe you’re worthy of warmth,
even when you’re not glowing.

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Light doesn’t care about perfection.
It just needs an opening —
a crack,
a breath,
a moment of surrender.

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This is the art of it —
learning not to chase what was always coming,
learning not to hide when it arrives.

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— Desiree