How Do You Know When It’s Time to Unplug?
It’s not sudden.
Never is—not for a woman like her.
It’s the accumulation of little sighs.
The kind that settle quietly in the corners of her day,
like dust she didn’t know was gathering.
There are pauses in her sentences now.
The jokes aren’t landing.
Her laugh is still loud—but it isn’t real.
And suddenly, every loudmouth feels like a fly buzzin’ near her ear,
circlin’ her peace like they’re beggin’ for a reaction.
There’s a fine line between being graceful and being drained.
She doesn’t make an announcement.
That’s when Eleanor Grace knows.
She just…
Undoes the stays of her corset,
just enough to remember what breathing feels like.
Unpins her hair,
lets it fall like a curtain between her and the world.
She withdraws like the tide—
Because the trick ain’t in running away.
Even Jesus knew when to slip away from the crowd.
And so did she.
She does not disappear.
She simply…
knows. That she knows.
...The Rest Is His Story 
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