The First Time I Felt Peace Again

I didn’t even know I was looking for it.
Not really.
I was just trying to survive another day without breaking apart in front of my daughter.
Another day of silence in the house that used to echo with laughter.
Another day of pretending I was okay.

But that day… I stepped outside.

The sun wasn’t doing anything special.
The sky didn’t part open.
The birds weren’t singing louder than usual.
But something shifted.

There was wind.
Just… wind.
Soft, like a whisper.
And it brushed against my face like someone saying, “You’re still here.”

I sat on the porch.
Not with intention. Not for healing.
Just… because I didn’t want to be inside anymore.
And for the first time in what felt like years, I noticed the way the trees moved without needing a reason.

No one was asking me to be strong.
No one was looking at me to be okay.
There was just the breeze. The trees. The light.
And in that quiet 
peace found me.

It didn’t stay long.
It didn’t erase the ache.
But it reminded me that peace wasn’t gone forever —
just waiting for me to be still enough to feel it again.




And you?

Maybe you haven’t felt peace in a while.
Maybe you think it’s something you have to earn, chase, or fix yourself for.

But I promise you this:
Sometimes peace finds you when you least expect it.
You just have to be alive to notice it.




If this touched something in you, you’re not alone.
You’re not broken.
You’re just becoming.


Wander & Heals