It is funny isn't in those lonely hours caught between elusive sleep and mini naps that those unavoidable questions come up. I find my brain is very active at this time, and funnily enough my very reason for being here began as thoughts at 2.00 am.
The shift from discipline to tenderness as a form of strength is what stayed with me here. There is a version of resilience that insists on self-sufficiency and a deeper version that learns to let others in.
What you are describing is not defeat. It is a rebuilding of the internal architecture around a new understanding of what it actually means to be strong. That takes more courage than holding everything together alone ever did.
It is funny isn't in those lonely hours caught between elusive sleep and mini naps that those unavoidable questions come up. I find my brain is very active at this time, and funnily enough my very reason for being here began as thoughts at 2.00 am.
Isn’t it, Elijah? Those in-between hours have a way of slipping past all our defenses.
There’s something honest about 2:00 am thinking… like the external noise is quiet enough for what really matters to find its way in.
And I love that—your “reason for being here” beginning there. Thanks for sharing.
The shift from discipline to tenderness as a form of strength is what stayed with me here. There is a version of resilience that insists on self-sufficiency and a deeper version that learns to let others in.
What you are describing is not defeat. It is a rebuilding of the internal architecture around a new understanding of what it actually means to be strong. That takes more courage than holding everything together alone ever did.
Thank you for seeing this so clearly.
I’m slowly learning that what felt like strength before was often just holding tight.
This softer way… still unfamiliar, but feels more true. Grateful.