Moving Saved Me

Moving saved me when I didn’t know what to say

This month, more than promising love, I want to invite you to take care of yourself.
To listen to your body.
To move with presence.
Because the heart that loves also needs support.

There was a moment in my life when I didn’t know what to say.
Not because I didn’t have thoughts, but because my body was carrying too much.

There was love.
There was fear.
There were decisions that could not be postponed.
There were people to care for… and a version of me that kept showing up and doing what needed to be done.

From the outside, everything seemed fine.
On the inside, I was silent.

It wasn’t clear sadness.
It wasn’t anger.
It was that deep exhaustion that is hard to explain, but that you feel in your shoulders, in your chest, in your short breath.

I didn’t always know how to ask for help.
I didn’t always have the words to explain what I was going through.

But my body knew it needed to move.
Not to change how I looked.
Not to “be consistent.”
Not to follow an exercise plan.

I moved because staying still hurt more.

There were days when walking was enough.
Others when cycling gave me rhythm while my mind was racing.
Days when taking a deep breath was the only act of care I could offer myself.

And little by little, without realizing it, something began to settle.
Not my life.
Not my circumstances.
Me.

Moving allowed me to feel without explaining myself.
To cry without words.
To release tension I didn’t know how to name.

I understood that the body also processes the love that feels heavy, the stress that isn’t visible, the losses that aren’t always spoken about.
Sometimes, before you can say it, you have to move it.

Today I know that not everything heals through talking.
Not everything becomes clear through thinking.
There are moments when movement becomes refuge, support, and language.

Moving didn’t save me because it solved everything.
It saved me because it stayed with me when I didn’t know how to stay with myself.

If today you are in a similar place…
if you don’t know what to say,
if you feel strong but exhausted,
if your body is asking for something your mind does not yet understand,

I want you to know this:

You are not failing.
You are not broken.
Maybe you just need to return to your body with more gentleness.

Moving is not always about moving forward.
Sometimes, it is the most honest way to stay with yourself.