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"The Calm That Doesn’t Need Proof"

I woke up last Tuesday and nothing was wrong.

Not “nothing’s wrong, but something probably will be.” Not the false calm that makes you start scanning for danger. Just… nothing was wrong, and for once, that was all there was. I had no idea what to do with that feeling.

For most of my life, I’ve lived in quiet emergency mode. I was always waiting for the next crisis, the next thing to fix, the next mess to clean up. Even during good moments, I couldn’t relax. Calm felt suspicious, almost like the pause before something bad happened. Peace felt like I was being careless. This is how my relationship with calm began.

I learned early that calm was dangerous. If I let my guard down, something would happen. So I stayed ready, always braced. I told myself it was being responsible, but really, it was just fear pretending to be in control.

This past year, I’ve done the hard work: therapy, boundaries, rewriting old stories. Somewhere in all that effort, things got quieter. The constant hum of panic softened. The voice predicting disaster lost its power, so when life finally eased up, I didn’t know how to trust it.

When things got calm, I got uneasy. I looked for evidence that it wouldn’t last. I poked holes in good days to prove they were temporary. I tested the peace as if it were fragile glass. I needed proof that the calm was real, that it wouldn’t betray me.

If I believed things were okay and then they fell apart, I thought it would be my fault for believing. I convinced myself it was safer to stay anxious. But anxiety never actually protected me, it just made me suffer twice: once in fear, and once when things really happened.

Here’s what I’m finally learning: calm doesn’t need proof. It doesn’t have to be earned or defended. It’s not a prize for surviving. It’s what happens when survival is no longer the only goal.

My life isn’t perfect; hard things still exist, but for the first time, I’m not in crisis. I’m not waiting for something bad to happen before I let myself breathe, and that still feels strange. Sometimes I want to create chaos, to feel the comfort of urgency, but maybe “boring” is what healing actually feels like.

Some days, I still catch myself scanning for threats that aren’t there, but I remind myself: calm doesn’t have to last forever to be real right now. I don’t have to justify it, explain it, or perform it.

I can just live in it, quietly, imperfectly, and without needing proof.

If you’ve been waiting for permission to do the same, this is it.

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