Three days. It doesn't sound like much. But for me, it is everything. I cannot remember the last time life was this kind to me for three days in a row. No interruptions. No fights. No unexpected faces showing up to ruin the air. Just peace.
I catch myself smiling more than usual. In the mirror, I even look different. My eyes are brighter, my shoulders not so tight. Happiness or maybe it is just relief that sits on my face. I see it when I brush my hair in the morning, when I wash my face at night. I am softer with myself too. I am no longer rushing, no longer waiting for the ground to fall beneath me.
It almost feels unreal. Like I am living in borrowed time. But instead of pushing the thought away, I let it linger. Maybe this is what normal life looks like. Maybe this is what I've always wanted but was too afraid to hope for.
These three days have given me something precious. They have given me back myself.
