Gentle Exile: Come Home

We are all, at some point, exiles. Not from countries or cities, but from ourselves - from the quiet rooms of our own being, from the voices we silenced to belong, from the truths we buried to survive. Exile is not always dramatic. Sometimes it's gentle. Sometimes it wears the face of routine, of compromise, of forgetting what we once knew without words. This book is not a map. It is a mirror. It will not tell you where to go, but it may show you where you've been.
It may reflect the contours of your own departure - the moment you stepped away from something sacred, even if you didn't notice. And it may whisper the way back. To come home is not to return to a place. It is to remember a rhythm. To reclaim the language of your own soul. To stand barefoot in the tide of your own truth and let the waves wash away what no longer fits. You are not broken. You are unfolding.
And every page ahead is a step toward the center - not the center of the world, but the center of you. Welcome to your gentle exile. Welcome home.