EPISTLE VII: To The Ones Relearning God Outside of Survival

Dear Human Being, not Human Doing,

I know why you keep moving. I know why rest feels dangerous to you.

Maybe like me, you were raised by people who survived through labor — who were raised by people who survived through labor, and the generation before them too. People whose work ethic was their dignity. People who endured hunger, instability, displacement, grief and trauma by becoming useful before they ever became safe.

You inherited their resilience. But you also inherited their fear.

I need you to hear something from me that may take your nervous system years to believe: You do not have to collapse before you are allowed to rest.