My wins donβt always make noise.
They donβt always come with applause.
Some arrive softly,
like peace settling into my chest.
A win is choosing calm
over chaos.
Clarity over confusion.
Rest over proving.
A win is walking away
without bitterness.
Letting go
without losing myself.
Iβve learned that peace
isnβt the absence of struggle
itβs the presence of self trust.
Itβs knowing I donβt have to fight
every battle to be victorious.
So yes,I celebrate my wins.
The boundaries.
The healing.
The moments I chose myself
and slept well afterward.
These are the victories
no one sees
but they change everything.
And this kind of peace?
Itβs the win
that keeps on giving. π€