There comes a moment when you realize that constant chaos is not normal.
Not the emotional ups and downs.
Not the walking on eggshells.
Not the feeling that you always have to defend yourself just to exist.
For a long time people convince themselves that enduring it is strength. That patience means tolerating more than you should.
But eventually something shifts.
You begin to understand that peace is not something you have to earn through suffering. It’s something you protect.
And once you experience real peace, it becomes very hard to go back to anything that disturbs it.
Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo 