healed enough to close the door, but human enough to still look at it sometimes. some days i don't feel anything anymore, and some days the memories still hit me out of nowhere. not because i want to go back, but because healing is not as clean as people make it seem. you can move forward and still remember what once mattered to you. you can choose peace and still feel a little ache from time to time. that doesn't mean you're weak or starting over again. it just means you're human. and honestly, i'm proud of myself for not reopening doors that already taught me why they needed to close in the first place.