The Strength of Stillness

Jean used to believe strength was loud. It looked like pushing harder. Moving faster.

Filling every quiet moment with proof that she was trying. Stillness scared her.

When the world went quiet, her thoughts got louder. Doubts crept in.

Old worries knocked. So she stayed busy, convinced that stopping meant falling behind. Until one day,

she had no energy left to run. No big breakdown. No dramatic moment. Just a deep,

honest tiredness that whispered, Enough. So she sat. At first,

it felt wrong, like she was wasting time, missing something, failing silently.

But the longer she stayed still, the more she noticed what had been there all along.