I've been in survival mode for as long as I can remember. Fighting battles I never asked for. Learning lessons I should've never had to learn the hard way. But I'm tired. Not in a defeated way, but in a "I've earned my peace" kind of way. I just want soft days now. Laughter around the kitchen table. People who love me loud and safe. A life that feels like deep exhale after holding my breath for too long. I don't need to prove anything anymore. I just want peace, and I know now, that's more than enough. And I believe I've earned every bit of it.