Today I experienced derealization — that strange, dreamlike state where everything feels slightly unreal and distant. It wasn’t panic. It was more like my nervous system dimmed the lights after too much activation. Earlier, I had to enforce a boundary to protect a space I care deeply about. It was the right decision. But standing in my authority stirred something old — a flashback, and a sentence from the past that once tried to erase my worth. Instead of fighting the memory, I turned toward Wu Wei — the Taoist practice of non-force. Wu Wei doesn’t mean doing nothing. It means not adding struggle to what is already moving. The river does not argue with the rock; it flows around it. So instead of trying to push the memory away, I let it be “a memory.” Not a prophecy. Not a present danger. Just something passing through. And in that softness, I felt something stronger than force: steadiness. Setting boundaries can awaken old wounds. But it can also rewrite them. Today I didn’t fight the river. I let it flow. And I stayed standing.