Writefully Me✨

I thought peace would be the finish line.

That once I found it, nothing would shake me again.

That once I healed, life would finally let me rest.

But the truth is…

even peace can be pierced.

You can pray, journal, forgive, surrender —

you can sit still with your soul and breathe through every storm —

and yet, one word, one memory, one moment

can come like a blade and remind you that you’re still human.

Still soft in places no one sees.

And that doesn’t mean your peace was fake.

It means you’re still layered.

Still living.

Still growing.

Because peace isn’t a shield that stops life from hurting you —

it’s a place inside you that helps you hold the pain differently.

There are days I sit in silence, confused by how far I’ve come

and how easily one small thing can still make me crumble.

And in those moments, I used to feel like I failed.

But I didn’t fail.

I felt.

And that’s not weakness — it’s proof that I’m alive.

It’s proof that even in my calm, I’m still healing.

Maybe peace isn’t the end of the storm.

Maybe it’s the eye of it — the quiet center inside the chaos.

Maybe it’s what allows me to keep choosing softness

in a world that keeps trying to harden me.

So when something still breaks through — even after everything —

I no longer blame myself.

I no longer question the work I’ve done.

Instead, I sit with it.

I talk to God.

I remind myself:

“Peace doesn’t make me untouchable. It just makes me grounded.”