The Stillness Underneath Your Anxiety

The screen glows in the dark, and you are reading your own words as if they were written by a stranger. You hear a tone you didn't intend.

You see a madness you don't feel. The night makes everything sound louder than it is.

But the light that lives inside you is not manic. It is steady.

It is the same light that walked through the streets of Galilee, speaking peace to the storm while the disciples panicked. That light is in you now, and it does not shout.

It whispers. When your heart condemns you for sending the message, remember this: the voice inside you is greater than the voice in your head.

The verdict of the night is not the final verdict. You are not your anxiety.

You are the stillness underneath it.