This is a sense of.... new calm. Bursts of energy coupled by long periods of reposeful okay. I am okay. I say this in a way that feels like the air drifting through my fingers, I say this in a way that feels like rubbing the backs of your palms against warm skin.
There is less space between the cracks than before: I am healing. Slowly but steadily, like a seedling growing to fruit.
I almost do not feel like asking — these renewed emotions are something to consider.