The Hidden Journal

I thought healing would end in clarity —
a perfect stillness, a clean slate.
But peace doesn’t erase what came before.
It holds it — gently — and whispers, Now what?

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This is where I begin again.
Not from emptiness,
but from everything I’ve learned to carry softly.

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I don’t need to rewrite my story.
I just need to live the next page
without pretending I’m still broken.

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The ache taught me how to listen.
The silence taught me how to stay.
The light taught me how to return —
slowly, wholly, as myself.

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Beginning again isn’t about becoming someone new.
It’s about remembering
I was never finished.

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I move differently now —
not to escape,
but to arrive.
And this time,
I’m not running toward peace.
I’m walking with it.

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— Desiree