“I keep trying to make everything safe. But sitting alone with discomfort—without trying to fix it, dress it up, or make it mean something—just letting it exist and admitting that it’s real? That’s hard.”

“When life slows down, a quiet kind of chaos begins to stir—restlessness, discomfort, the familiar haunt beneath all my stillness. It’s not just silence I resist—it’s what the silence reveals.”

If Mercury gets to spiral backward and call it “alignment,” so do I.

“But generally speaking, I’m more intuitive about the battles I choose to fight. I’ve learned to let go of the ones I know I can’t win—or that simply aren’t worth fighting. My peace now takes priority.”