The Hidden Journal

I’ve spent so long learning how to survive the dark
that I almost forgot what it feels like
to live in the light.

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This is the living season —
where the quiet I fought so hard for
finally opens its hands
and lets me step back into the world.

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Not as who I was,
but as who I kept becoming
while no one was watching.

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There’s color again —
in the sky,
in my voice,
in the way I reach for things without fear of breaking them.

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It’s not about constant joy.
It’s about being here —
awake in the pulse of ordinary moments,
grateful for how real they feel.

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The living season doesn’t demand perfection.
It asks for presence.
It says:
You’ve already done the dying.
Now, live.

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— Desiree