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@ JamPower
2025-04-26 09:16:33There was a season when desidia dulled my actions, and indolence wrapped around me like fog. Even my thoughts grew mordacious—cutting, restless, turned inward. Then, one morning, I paused. Just one minute. I sat still, closed my eyes, and breathed. No judgment, no escape. Just silence. That single breath didn’t fix everything—but it was the first time I felt like I hadn’t abandoned myself. And in that small stillness, I found a beginning.