You made it through another call.
Another report. Another moment where you had to keep it together, even when something inside you felt like it was coming undone.
Maybe you didn’t say anything. Maybe you didn’t let it show. But the weight? It’s still there.
This moment is your space to let go—just a little.
To stop carrying what was never meant to live inside your body.
You don’t have to relive it. You don’t have to fix it.
Just breathe.
Let this be your exhale.
Let this be the moment you don’t have to be strong.
Let this be the beginning of coming back to you.