I want to talk about the divide. The splitting. The quiet war. The moment so many of us began to drift from ourselves, from each other, and from the thread of belonging we didn’t even know we were holding. It wasn’t just one thing. It was a thousand small severings. We drifted from our bodies. We drifted from the earth. We drifted from our truth, our rhythms, and from one another. Some of us abandoned ourselves to be accepted. Some of us left our softness to survive. Some of us silenced our knowing to stay safe. It’s easy to think…