The Little Rituals That Keep Me Grounded


The Little Rituals That Keep Me Grounded
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Some days I feel like I’m barely holding it together.

Like I’m stitched together with string and hope and a whole lot of pretending. And the world just keeps spinning. Loud. Fast. Relentless. While I’m quietly trying not to fall apart.

But there are these little things I do. Small things. The kind of things no one else would even notice. And yet somehow, they help me breathe. They pull me back. They remind me I’m still here.

Waking up early. Just breathing.

Before the world gets loud, there’s a moment of quiet. I drink a glass of water. Not because I’m thirsty. Because I promised myself I would. It’s such a small thing, but keeping that promise matters. It tells me I can trust myself again.

Then I make my coffee. Strong. Black. No sugar. No milk. That first sip feels like a deep breath. A soft “you’ve got this” before the day begins.

I sit. I write. Sometimes it’s a mess. Just scribbles. Thoughts I didn’t even know I was carrying. Other times it’s clear and purposeful. But always honest. That’s the rule. Be real, even if it’s ugly.

Moving so I don’t disappear.

Fifteen minutes. That’s the deal. I move my body. It could be stretching. A slow flow. A silly dance while the kettle boils.

It’s not about weight or strength or changing anything. It’s about waking up. Feeling something. Staying connected to the body I’ve spent years trying to disconnect from.

It’s a love letter. Quiet. Unassuming. But powerful.

Writing is how I come home to myself.

Writing saves me. It really does. It’s where I go when everything feels heavy. When the feelings don’t make sense. When I need to remember who I am.

Some days I write things I’ll never share with anyone. Just raw truth. Pain. Longing. Gratitude. It’s not polished. It doesn’t have to be. It just has to be real.

Boundaries are my quiet form of rebellion.

Saying no is a ritual. Not answering right away is a ritual. Choosing silence over justification is a ritual.

I used to think love meant being available. Always. But now I know better. I know that love includes me too. That protecting my peace is not selfish. It’s sacred.

Every time I choose myself, even in the smallest way, I heal a little more.

Joy in the tiny things

A cup of coffee. A fragrance that reminds me of home. Music that makes my heart feel soft. Five minutes in the sun. These are rituals too. Moments of grounding. Proof that joy doesn’t always have to be loud to matter.

This is how I stay grounded

These rituals are small. Quiet. Ordinary. But they save me. They remind me that healing isn’t always about huge breakthroughs or big changes.

Sometimes it’s just about doing the little things. Over and over. Until they become part of you.

They are how I stay. When everything feels like too much. When I feel like I’m not enough. These little moments are how I come back to myself.

Every single time.


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