Choosing peace was not easy for me.
It meant unlearning survival.
It meant putting down anger that once protected me.
It meant walking away from battles my old self would have stayed in just to prove a point.

Standing my ground doesn’t look like yelling anymore.
It looks like silence.
It looks like self-respect.
It looks like knowing who I am, where I come from, and what I refuse to carry forward.

I come from storms.
But I decided the storm ends with me.

Peace is not weakness —
it’s a warrior who healed

Tyler Moody