The Heart That Forgets Joy

Motivation doesn’t vanish; it hides beneath exhaustion. Purpose returns when you stop demanding it perform.

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

You’re not lost — you’re between. Let light become familiar again, one soft dawn at a time.

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

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

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