Guided Home by Quiet Worth

Whispers of healing. I used to carry the weight of old wounds, letting them whisper

that I wasn't enough. Nights stretched long, filled with questions about why I felt

so small in this vast world. But one quiet morning, I paused and listened to the steady rhythm

of my own breath, reminding me that I've survived storms I never thought I'd weather.

Now, I stand a little taller, choosing to let go of what no longer

serves, embracing the gentle truth that I am worthy just as I am in this moment,

and in that knowing, peace settles in like a soft light guiding me home.