The Hidden Journal

There was a time I couldn’t stand the quiet.
It felt too wide,
too full of everything I hadn’t faced.

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Now, that same quiet feels like home.
The air around me doesn’t press —
it holds.
It listens.
It fits.

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Growth isn’t always a reaching upward.
Sometimes it’s the gentle widening
that makes room for who you’ve become.

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The person I am now
isn’t louder or braver —
just more honest.
I don’t need to take up space to prove I exist.
I just need to be here — fully —
in the space I’ve grown into.

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The walls I built for safety
have turned into boundaries that breathe.
The silence that once scared me
has become a friend that hums when I’m still.

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This is not the ending.
It’s the clearing —
the calm center where I finally meet myself
without rushing to change her.

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— Desiree