You are not broken. You are letting go.

Not because you failed.

Not because you’re lacking.

But because you no longer believe in the masks that once protected you.

The spiritual one, the brave one, the strong one, the conscious one, they are falling silent.

And you remain.

You… in stillness. In exhaustion. In not-knowing.

In the gentle emptiness where nothing defines you anymore.

And right there…

…truth begins to whisper.

Not as a solution.

Not as a miracle.

But as a deep breath saying:

“You don’t need to know.

You don’t need to do.

You don’t need to be anywhere else.”

That tiredness is not your weakness. It’s your body saying:

“I can’t carry the old story any longer.”

That hopelessness is not your fall. It’s your soul whispering:

“Let me carry you.”

And the emptiness?

It’s not a lack.

It’s space.

Space for something that has no name,

but has been waiting for you all along.

You don’t have to fill it.

You don’t have to fix it.

You just have to be with it.

Without judgment.

With a hand on your heart.

And the simple knowing:

“I am here. And that is enough.”

With love and light,

G.