For a while, working from home started to feel heavy. The days blurred together - dark, quiet, and still. I didn't realize how much sitting in that space was affecting me, not physically but mentally. 

So I started walking. 

Just walking. Even if I was wearing my slides. No pressure, no goals, no perfect form - just movement.

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And something changed. 

The air felt different. My thoughts slowed down. The same steps that started as "I just need to move" slowly became "I feel better when I move." Fitness, for me, isn't about chasing an aesthetic anymore. It's about mental clarity. It's the reminder that even small steps forward count as progress. 

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This ties into my ongoing journey of healing - the same one I began when I left my family group chat. That choice wasn't about distance; it was about peace. About fixing internal thoughts, quieting noise, and finally listening to myself. 

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Every walk feels like another conversation with the parts of me I used to silence. And maybe that's what healling reallly is - movement with intention. 

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I even wrote a poem about it ...