There are moments in life when everything feels suspended. You are no longer where you once were, but not yet where you dream of being. You exist in a quiet, fragile space, sometimes a painful one. A place where questions outnumber answers, and your steps feel small, almost invisible.

And yet, it is precisely there that something important happens.

In those days when you don’t have the strength to be “strong,” when you no longer want to explain anything to anyone, when all you do is breathe — that is when real transformation begins. Not the spectacular kind. Not the one that gets applause. But the one that gently places you back inside yourself.

Maybe you thought you had to do more. To hurry. To become someone else. But life, with a tenderness we don’t recognize right away, stopped you. Slowed you down. Placed you face to face with yourself.

And you stayed.

You stayed even when it would have been easier to run.
You stayed even when you didn’t know what would come next.
You stayed with a tired heart, but an open one.

Not every step that matters can be heard.
Not every healing can be seen.

Some happen in silence, during long nights, in unspoken thoughts, in small decisions: “today I’ll stay,” “today I’ll try again,” “today I won’t give up.”

One day — maybe not tomorrow, maybe not soon — you will look back and understand. You will understand why things didn’t move faster. Why you had to feel so much. Why you needed to lose yourself a little in order to find yourself more truthfully.

And then you will thank yourself.
Not because it was easy.
But because you had the courage to stay.

With yourself.