The Sanctuary is a weekly pause for people in transition — between who they’ve been and who they’re becoming. Each issue is written for reflection, not advice. Read the latest entry below, or browse the archive.
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There was a time when love felt like the place where the floor didn’t fall out.
After loss.
After dislocation.
After learning to adapt too early.
Love became less about romance and more about orientation — a way to stay upright when the ground felt uncertain.
Looking back, I can see how easily safety and love fused together.
How staying became proof.
How endurance looked like loyalty.
How quietness felt like maturity.