On: The year I didn't survive

[ErigmolCt]

The sheer intensity of being in constant survival mode for someone you love, especially in such high-stakes moments, doesn't just fade once the crisis is over. It leaves something behind, or maybe takes something away. I don't know if healing looks like "going back to who we were" or if it's more about figuring out who we are now, with everything we've carried

[bitexploder → ErigmolCt]

It is also important to realize that the past does not exist, not really. You get to decide, every day, who you are. It is the simplest and hardest thing.

[ErigmolCt → bitexploder]

I think we do get to decide, but the weight of what we've lived through shapes those decisions in ways we don't always see