There was a woman who tried.

She tried to be better.
Kinder.
Quieter.
More spiritual.
Less tired.

She read all the right books.
Drank all the right teas.
Wrote all the right affirmations.

But nothing worked.

So one day,
she sat down.
Not in peace. Not in strength.
But in honest exhaustion.

And for the first time,
she didn’t try to fix it.

She didn’t reach for light.
She didn’t ask for a sign.
She just breathed.

And in that silence,
something shifted.

The trees didn’t need her to heal.
The sky didn’t ask her to be brave.
The earth didn’t shame her stillness.

She had done enough.
She was enough.

And the soul, quiet all this time,
whispered back:

“Welcome home.”

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A story not about becoming,
but about returning.