I cured my brain, but I never cured my soul. It's like I've been wearing clothes a half size too tight and I'm finally changing into my pajamas after a long day. I can breathe a little easier and my mind isn't isn't focused on the discomfort. It's like that moment when you change and see the lines impressed in your skin. If I wasn't so worried about sounding cliche I would have just said a knot in my chest is gone.


...but now the imprints are fading