There’s a strange sense of relief.
I say strange because I don’t understand how it came about.
This relief came over me the day after a meltdown. The night before the cracks in my walls were widened, leaving me exposed. I still feel them today, tender, constantly making me flinch. But also, it feels as if a warmth is touching me. Like the sun on your face after being inside all day.
I want to write, and it not be pain or sadness.