It’s been awhile. After months of sleepless nights and endless worries, I finally feel at ease. Partially, slightly, at least. The weight on my chest has taken flight (for now) and my lungs can finally expand rather than deflate another millimeter towards death every time I exhaled. It is an odd feeling, to feel the harnesses encapsulating my heart and brain loosen their binding. It’s almost too good to be true.

And maybe it is.

Maybe more worries, fears, and stresses are waiting around the corner, but I’m turning a blind eye to them for now. I will indulge in my temporary freedom, for I’ll find myself dragged back in the abyss very, very soon.