Healing. It doesn't come easy Sometimes, it comes along with a realization that hits you after your 500th breakdown, punctuated with hours and hours of howling. Sometimes, you submerge yourself in it when you simply dip your feet in the cold water of a stream, after a long, tiring trek; letting it numb your skin. Sometimes, it slips in subconsciously, as you listen to the lyrics of your once favourite songs, making you revisit old, painful memories. Sometimes, you discover it with your head popping out the window, soaking in the warm sunshine and the cool breeze, piercing in through the pine trees. Sometimes it comforts you at the end of those long-awaited and avoided conversations about bottled up resentment and unstated apologies. Sometimes it lingers in the corners, when you accidentally meet a stranger in a coffee shop where you sit for hours, chatting animatedly about your dreams, finding commonalities. Sometimes, it seeps in through the walls on a dark, lonely night, wh...
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