🖤 Where I Go When I Need to Breathe

What is your favorite place to go in your city?

There’s a small stretch of trail on the edge of town — nothing impressive, nothing people travel for. But it’s quiet. The kind of quiet that doesn’t ask anything from you.

The trees hold the light in a way that softens everything sharp. The air feels different there. Still. Honest. Like the world finally stops moving long enough for your chest to unclench.

I go there when my head is too loud or my body feels too heavy. I go when the house is too full or my heart is stretched thin. I go because the path doesn’t expect me to be anything other than what I am that day.

It has become my place.

My pause.

My breath.

And maybe that’s all a favourite place really is — the spot that lets you be human without asking for a performance.

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🕯 If you enjoy reflections like this, I share longer pieces on healing, trauma, and desire over on my main blog: Reading Trauma Mama — Healing With Words.