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I'm no longer waking up with a tight chest. No more racing thoughts before the day has even begun. I've carried stress in my shoulders for too long, wearing worry as a second skin. But no longer. I'm done feeding worry with my time, energy, and tranquility.
Now I breathe slower. I say no without feeling bad. I do not follow people or answers. If it costs me my pleasure, it is too pricey. I guard my peace like a priceless gem—because it is. I drink water, stretch, and chuckle at absurd stuff. I don't overthink every message or go overboard to make a point.
Somewhere along the road, I realized I deserved peace. I deserve soft mornings and tranquil evenings, not regret. The world will spin regardless of whether I worry or not—so I choose to be still.
No more stress.
Not in my body.
Not in my heart.
Not in my house.
Peace is the only pressure I allow now.