I thought I was okay, because I hadn't cried in a while, but it turns out I was just keeping myself busy, filling every quiet moment so I wouldn't have to feel anything. I distracted myself with small things, thinking it meant I was healing. But when everything slows down, the feelings are still there, waiting. I realize now that not crying doesn't always mean I'm fine, it just means I've been avoiding what hurts. And healing isn't about pretending it's gone, it's about facing it, even when it's uncomfortable. Maybe I'm not fully okay yet, but I'm learning to be honest with myself, and that's a small step forward, even if it doesn't feel like much right now.