Sunday, January 11, 2026

Honey on Her Tongue

She sipped the warm herbal tea slowly, letting it coat her throat. The bitterness of the leaves mixed with the sweetness of honey, a small comfort against the irritation she felt.

Every swallow reminded her to be gentle with herself, to care for her body without rush or judgment. Medicine was not just pills or instructions—it was awareness, patience, and listening. By the time the cup emptied, her chest felt lighter, and the world seemed softer around the edges.

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