Settling
Aria
The week after everything settled was the strangest week of my life.
Stranger than the week it happened, honestly. Because the week it happened I was running on adrenaline and crisis and the specific tunnel vision of someone navigating disaster, which meant I didn’t have the bandwidth to feel all of it. I was just moving, just handling, just getting through.
The week after, I felt all of it.
Not in a bad way. Not in the collapsing, can’t-function way I’d been half bracing for. Just — fully. The way you feel things when there’s finally room for them and your nervous system has permission to process instead of manage.
I cried twice on Monday for reasons I couldn’t entirely explain and then felt significantly better.
I ate three proper meals on Tuesday which sounds minor
