Your Body Has Been Waiting Your body has never asked you to be perfect. Only present. It has carried joy you couldn't name, grief you couldn't speak, and hope you nearly forgot. It remembers every time you held your breath to survive, and every time you dared to breathe again. It has never been your enemy. Even in its tension, it has been speaking. Even in its exhaustion, it has been protecting. Even in its silence, it has been waiting... Waiting for the moment you stop trying to fix it and begin to listen. Because beneath the ache, beneath the fear, beneath the noise, there is still a part of you that knows the way home.