I am still reachable by peace

Dear Delyara, Despite everything — the overthinking, the tiredness, the fear, the unfinished grief, the private pressure, the long years of carrying too much inside — I think the truest thing I can say tonight is this: I am still reachable by peace. Not all the time. Not for long enough. Not in the clean permanent way I once imagined healing would feel. But peace still finds me sometimes. In tea. In air. In silence. In honesty. In not obeying every anxious thought. In letting the evening be enough. In writing this. That matters more than I can explain.