Inside me, there’s a forest—a place alive with memories, feelings, and dreams. Sometimes, that forest gets tired and needs to breathe.
The forest in me isn’t always calm. Some days it’s like a peaceful grove, but other days it feels wild, stormy, overwhelming.
When my thoughts whirl too fast, when emotions crash like waves, or when I feel lost in a fog of distractions—that’s when I know the forest needs rest.
Resting the forest means stepping back, closing my eyes, and simply breathing. It’s letting go of the rush and giving myself space to heal.
In those quiet moments, the tangled branches untangle. The storm calms. The forest regains its strength.
And I find peace again—because rest isn’t weakness, it’s part of the journey.