DON’T TEXT HIM, READ THIS INSTEAD… (Vol. 1): The Hand Reaching for the Phone

Your hand is reaching for the phone because your heart is trying to undo discomfort. Not because love lives there. Not because a miracle is on the way. It’s reaching because your nervous system remembers the pattern. The chase. The waiting. The crumbs that felt like a meal when you were starving.

You are not weak for missing someone who made you feel alive in small, unpredictable doses. That’s what inconsistency does. It creates a false urgency. It teaches your mind to treat relief like romance.

That text you want to send is not a message. It’s a plea for your anxiety to quiet down. It’s a bargain with a past that already showed you what it can afford.

If they were safe, you wouldn’t need to rehearse the message twenty times.
If they were real, you wouldn’t fear how you’ll look for having feelings.
If they were meant, you wouldn’t have to reduce yourself to be received.

Put the phone down. Breathe until the wave passes. This is the moment you learn that you can survive a feeling without obeying it.

Command: Do not chase relief.
Truth: Peace never needs permission.
If you needed this, the book is waiting for you: Don’t Text Him, Read This Instead.