Bubble Baths & Underwater Silence

Because sometimes, peace is found where no one can reach you—not even your thoughts.

I love bubble baths.
Not in a self-care, rose petals and cucumbers kind of way.
Not even because they’re relaxing 🕯️.
But because when I slip under the water… it all stops. 🌊

The noise. The expectations. The fake smiles. The running list of things I didn’t do today.
All of it fades the second I let my head dip below the surface.
And in that moment, I can’t hear anything—except for my own heartbeat. ❤️‍🔥

That sound?
That slow, steady thump-thump in my chest?
It’s the only reminder I need that I’m still here. Still alive. Still pushing through even when it feels like I’m sinking.

It’s weird how something as simple as water can feel like safety.
Like silence that finally feels safe. 🤍
Because when your brain never shuts up, when you live in a constant state of fight or flight or freeze… that kind of quiet is holy. 🧘🏾‍♀️

People talk about escapism like it’s a bad thing. 🙄
But if you’ve ever taken a bath just to pretend the world doesn’t exist for 20 minutes, you get it.
It’s not about being dramatic.
It’s about needing a break in a place that doesn’t ask anything from you.

The bath doesn’t need answers.
It doesn’t need productivity.
It doesn’t care if you cried before you got in or if you’re pretending to feel better afterward .
It just holds you.

And under that water, where it’s just your heartbeat and your breath and nothing else?
It feels like a reset. A soft reboot. A reminder that peace might not be gone—it might just be hiding beneath the noise.

So yeah, I take bubble baths.
And I go under the water.
And for a few seconds, I disappear in the best way. ✨

Because even if the world is heavy…
At least in that moment, I can float. 🕊️