I stopped trying to control every thought. I realized some were passing through, others had been living in me for years.

So I learned to sit with them. To let the noise come and go without making it my identity.

Some thoughts arrived like storms, loud and sudden. Others felt like quiet hauntings I had never learned to name.

I no longer fight them as enemies. I meet them like old companions I outgrew but never fully forgot.

Some mornings are still heavy. But I know now that heaviness is something I can carry, not something I have to become.

There is power in witnessing your own mind without running from it. There is peace in knowing the chaos doesn’t define you.

This is how I’m learning to live. By staying, breathing, and letting it all pass through without losing myself in the middle of it.