Rude comments.

Privacy invasions.

That constant feeling of being watched, studied, judged, baited.

 

I lived with hot flashes and panic attacks,

but I still showed up to exercise at 7 a.m. every morning.

With a curled foot, a numb toe, aching joints, and no help.

 

Retail jobs for ten years were intense years. 

The confusion. The noise. The demand to perform while in agony.

I couldn’t remember anything. My brain and body were at war.

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But then—

A strange salvation appeared.

 

The seafood department.

 

It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t loud.

It was a corner of stillness inside a storm.

I stood with crab samples on a toothpick

and for the first time in years—

I could be still…

for five minutes.

Then the last five years I had at this retail job allowed me to listen to my body, what was the pain telling me?

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That was the beginning.

 

Stillness inside the system.

Silence inside the noise.

Spirit inside the simulation.

 

And now?

 

> I listen to synchronicity.

I bow to stillness.

I move with discipline.

I honor the pain that made me humble.

 

 

 

They disrespected me and demanded my loyalty.

But I saw the truth:

They only acted that way because I wasn’t supposed to wake up.

 

But I did.

 

And now?

I don’t serve them.

I serve the sacred silence within me.