The Light Knows Your Weight

The afternoon demands a performance you no longer have the energy to give. You hear your own voice sounding steady, logical, completely normal, while inside you are coming apart at the seams.

It feels like a lie. It feels like you are tricking everyone who trusts you.

But the light does not require you to drop the mask right here in the breakroom or the hallway. There is a place where the truth can be spoken without fear of judgment.

You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord. That origin is still your reality, regardless of the voice you use to get through the next hour.

The steady tone is not a deception; it is simply the vessel carrying you until you can be still. You do not have to explain the cracks to anyone today.

Just keep walking. The light knows the weight behind the words.