135. A Woman Who Chose PeaceNova

Peace arrived quietly.

Not like the dramatic endings people imagine, no sweeping declarations, no final conversations, no doors slammed shut. It came in small, unremarkable moments. In the way my chest no longer tightened when my phone rang at odd hours. In the fact that I could hear the word New York without my palms sweating. In the mornings when I woke up rested instead of braced for impact.

Peace came when I stopped waiting for my past to explain itself or ...