You didn't notice when it changed.
But one day you realised:
you can breathe again.
The weight that was pressing on your chest has lifted.
The tension you were carrying has eased.
The vigilance has relaxed.
You're not holding your breath anymore.
Healing is not always loud.
Sometimes it's the quiet return of ease.
The ability to exist without bracing for impact.
This week, pause and notice the difference.
Not what's still wrong.
What's better.
The fact that you slept through the night.
The fact that you didn't dread the morning.
The fact that you felt something like hope.
You are not where you were.
And that is worth acknowledging.