She finds herself awake again, all throughout the night — when the evening blurs into the morning sky, and still, peace is not in sight. The room is quiet but her thoughts are loud, her mind lost in the wild of her worries. Struggling in silence, she keeps waiting for the exhale, for her fears to part — but there’s a battle within her mind, there’s a war inside her heart. Taking a moment to pause, she allows herself to rest — regaining her peace and strength with each and every breath. Letting her chest rise and fall, she takes each thought in and slowly lets them go — realizing that grace can still find her, even if steady breathing is all that she can do. In this moment of clarity, she realizes that her anxiety does not define her — her worries do not hold her worth. Being okay does not always mean being alright. It’s okay to come undone, for it's only in the darkness that she can discover the power of her own light.