The Light Already Knows Your Secret

The clock on the wall moves, but you are stuck in the moment the words were spoken. A diagnosis sits in your chest like a stone you swallowed, heavy and cold, while the world outside demands you keep working, keep smiling, keep performing the version of you that is fine.

You are carrying a secret that feels like it might split you open, terrified that if you speak it, the floor will drop out. But there is a light inside you that came from the place where light generates itself, and it knows what you are carrying before you ever say a word.

You do not have to bring forth the whole truth today to be held by it. The light is already in the room, sitting with you in the silence of this afternoon, waiting for the moment you are ready to let it shine.