Madame Gin

For years I mistook that hum beneath my ribs for failure — a sign that I wasn’t calm enough, spiritual enough, healed enough. But anxiety isn’t brokenness. It’s loyalty. It’s your body’s way of saying, “I’m still watching for danger because I love you.”

Sometimes healing doesn’t hurt. Sometimes healing laughs. Sometimes healing moans. Sometimes healing twirls across the living room floor in bare feet. Sometimes healing sings off-key in the shower. Sometimes healing tastes like ripe fruit on a summer afternoon.

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