When Peace Feels Foreign
There’s something strange about waking up and realizing nothing’s wrong.
No storm to manage. No crisis waiting. Just… quiet.
And yet, somehow, the quiet doesn’t always feel comforting. It feels unfamiliar — like standing in a room that’s too still after years of noise. Your body doesn’t quite know what to do with calm. Your mind keeps waiting for something to go wrong, because that’s what it learned to do. For so long, peace wasn’t a friend you could trust — it was the pause before the next hit.
When you’ve lived in survival for years, chaos becomes a rhythm.
You start to mistake exhaustion for purpose.
You learn how to fix, how to carry, how to keep going — even on fumes.
And when the world finally softens, you don’t. You stay tense, alert, scanning for what might break next. It’s like your heart hasn’t caught up to the quiet yet.
Maybe lately you’ve found yourself in that odd space where everything around you is calm, but inside, you’re still bracing. Not because something’s wrong — but because peace feels too new to trust. You might even miss the noise sometimes, not because you liked it, but because you understood it. Chaos made sense. Stillness feels like a language you’re still learning.
But here’s the thing about peace: it doesn’t rush you.
It doesn’t demand you to instantly relax or instantly trust it.
It just sits there, patient — waiting for you to breathe.
So maybe this is your season of learning. Slowly.
Learning that calm doesn’t mean emptiness.
That safety doesn’t mean boredom.
That silence doesn’t mean something’s wrong — sometimes, it’s the sound of healing.
Peace used to make you restless. But maybe now, it’s time to let it make you whole.
To let your body unclench, your mind rest, and your heart believe that it’s safe here — even when it still feels strange.
Because maybe that’s what growth looks like sometimes:
not running toward something new, but standing still long enough for peace to find you.
It still feels foreign, doesn’t it? You still reach for old habits — the overthinking, the anticipating, the bracing. But now, you’re catching yourself. You’re reminding yourself that you’re not in danger anymore. That it’s okay to stop fighting. That you can finally rest without fear that everything will fall apart if you do.
Peace still feels foreign sometimes.
But stay.
Let it feel unfamiliar until it feels like home.
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