There is a quiet place in you that nothing has ever touched.
Not the diagnosis
Not the shame
Not the rejection the endless frustration in your head.

It is not a theory or a trick.
It is just there – like a hidden room nobody ever managed to burn down.

Sometimes you can feel it when you are so tired of fighting, that you stop.
Or when you stare at the stars, and for a moment, you feel the truth of infinity, in your bones.

That place does not care how miserable you think you are.
It has no scars, no story, no agenda.

And even when you can’t feel it, even when all you feel is the obsessive thoughts and the pain – it is still there quietly keeping its light on, waiting.

You do not have to “heal” yourself to go to that place
You just have to remember it exists.
Even on your worst days – it is untouched.
The part you have felt all your life.
The real you.