I just need to be with myself. In this world, everything screams — advertising, news, people. And inside I want silence.
It's not always possible to find it physically, but I've learned to hide mentally. My ritual is simple: tea, a blanket, and complete disconnection.
I don't pick up the phone, I don't answer it immediately.
I listen to the water boiling, the rain dripping, the floor creaking. In these moments, I am real.
Not a mother, not a daughter, not an employee. Just me. This is not selfishness.
It's a necessity. Because to be for someone, you sometimes have to be only for yourself.
Do you allow yourself to disappear?