The Gut That Holds Its Breath

Your mind isn’t broken; it’s tired of guarding every doorway. Gather the pages, one by one.

Sensitivity is the body’s way of protecting tenderness. Treat the skin as a messenger, not a mistake.

Peace is not earned — it’s remembered. Listen beneath the noise until clarity returns.

Joy often returns disguised as calm. Invite it with gentle attention, not effort.

When sleep won’t come, Eriadne teaches ritual, safety, and gentleness — rest as reception, not escape.

Grief is devotion, not disorder. There is no timeline — only breath, until remembering no longer means drowning.