There are moments in life where you don’t walk away in anger or drama—you simply dissolve into stillness. That’s what happened to me.
Before the stillness, there was noise. I was holding too much—old patterns, conflicting desires, tangled attachments, unspoken truths. My body knew before I did. It whispered exhaustion, then demanded silence.
When I missed the April visit, it wasn’t just scheduling. It wasn’t fear. It was my nervous system waving a white flag. I didn’t have the energy to perform, to explain, to manage anyone else’s expectations. I couldn’t even hold a full conversation, let alone connection. And I was annoyed—not because of him, but because I hadn’t claimed my own space yet. I was being asked to show up when I hadn’t even returned to myself.
Then came my SER.
I didn’t know how to name it at first. All I knew was that something in me cracked. The tension I’d been carrying from childhood, from old dynamics, from always trying to make everyone feel safe but never myself—it surged through and out of me. It didn’t look beautiful. It looked like naps I couldn’t wake from. Like forgetting how to speak. Like sudden surrender—my body letting go before my mind understood why. Like being allergic to noise.
Healing is quiet when it’s real.
And that space—that distance between me and everyone else—wasn’t rejection. It was sacred. It was medicine. It was mine.
I let go of illusions. I let go of rescue fantasies. I let go of needing anyone to understand me before I understood myself.
And slowly, I came back.
Not to who I was—but to who I always was beneath the fear. The person who can say yes with her whole heart and no without guilt. The person who doesn’t need to be everything to anyone, only true to herself.
So if you felt me pull away, this is why.
It was never punishment. It was self-preservation. And when I reached back out, it wasn’t for approval. It was because I was finally home again—and ready to open the door, not escape through it.
If you ever wondered what happened to me during those weeks of silence, this is your answer:
The space between us was me. And now that I’m here again, it won’t be out of obligation. It will be because I choose to be.
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