The Midnight Tea

Dear Delyara, My life is a series of "To-Do" lists that never end. I am a mother, a worker, a friend, a daughter—but somewhere in the middle of all those roles, I lost the woman who just is. I came to the sanctuary tonight just to find her. I wrote about the things that make me feel alive outside of my responsibilities. The smell of old books, the way the wind feels before a storm, the secret dreams I never tell my boss. Writing these things down felt like meeting an old friend. I am not just a list of tasks. I am a soul with a story. I am taking this feeling of "being" back home with me.