Someone gets quiet. Someone feels distant. Someone’s energy changes.

The old version of me would’ve made it mean something. I would’ve searched myself for the reason. Wondered what I did wrong. Tried to fix what may not have even been mine.

That version of me is the woman who lost herself trying to keep everyone else comfortable. The woman who confused hyper-awareness with love. The woman who thought peace came from managing everyone around her.

I wrote about that journey in There Is No Place Like You.

Because healing taught me this. People have their own inner world. Their silence can be stress. Their distance can be exhaustion. Their mood can be grief, pressure, distraction, life.

Everything you feel is not yours to carry. Sometimes coming home to yourself means letting people be where they are without abandoning where you are. 💛