I didn’t fall apart. I opened. And light came out.
This was the first note written inside the Thread Circle.
At the time I didn’t know what the Thread Circle was.
I only knew I needed to write something that held the weight of the moment.
A truth that didn’t try to look pretty. Just real.
I had cried.
I had broken.
But then something happened.
Not collapse.
Not despair.
An opening.
That’s what the Thread Circle became:
a space where nothing has to be hidden,
and where breaking isn’t failure; it’s the exact moment light enters.
This post-it was the first.
The first thread.
The first cry.
The first light.
And it still calls me back when I forget.
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