something in you knows 🧳🌙🌫️

There's a weird feeling before life changes. Not always loud. Not always dramatic. Sometimes it's just this low little hum in your chest, like your life is wearing a shirt that's gotten too tight 🫠 You try to keep doing the same things, talking to the same people, accepting the same crumbs, sitting in the same rooms, but something inside whispers, 'We can't keep doing this.' And ugh, that whisper can be so inconvenient.

Maybe that's why you're restless tonight 🌙 Maybe your body knows before your calendar does. Maybe your peace has been leaving clues. The way you get tired around certain people. The way your stomach drops before certain conversations. The way your smile feels rented in places that used to feel like home 🧳 None of this means you have to blow up your life by morning. Please don't panic-move just because you're uncomfortable. But do listen. Discomfort can be information. Sadness can be information. Repeating the same pain can be information too 🤍 You are allowed to outgrow things you once prayed for. You are allowed to be grateful and done. Change can be scary, yes, but staying where your soul keeps shrinking is scary too. Go slowly. But don't abandon yourself.