9.4.23 // Exhale

Exhale.
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I can feel the weights slipping off my shoulders and my breathing slow.
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I can feel my nervous system, which was dysregulated for years, learning what it means to feel calmness. Learning to feel calm not in the hypothetical or in the pretend place that I thought I was in in the last couple of years. But instead like a truth, only my nerves could recognize.
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I can feel my brain and body which have held on tight to survival, finally starting to trust the safety I'm providing for it.
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I can feel the sweet fatigue seeping into my bones, a heaviness that doesn't feel like weights but feels like the arms of someone I love wrapped around me tight.
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And in those arms, I exhale and I let the weights of the past slide off my shoulders, and let the promise of my future hold me tight.