I Sat in the Dark Kitchen

Dear Delyara, No phone. No TV. No “productive” self-care. Just the dim light from the clock on the oven and a chair at the table. I sat there for ten minutes and felt something in me come down. Not all the way. Enough. I think darkness helps because it removes so much visual demand. No mess asking to be fixed, no room asking to be improved, no little domestic signals trying to recruit my attention. Just body, breath, night. That silence felt cleaner than anything else I did all week.