I sat down and absorbed all the emotion I had forced outside myself that sat on the surface like mud, and I cried. I cried for all the things that are new and frightening. I cried for the relief of things I left behind. I cried hurt and confusion, and cried exhaustion. I cried for things I can not understand, and for the things I can do nothing about. I cried knowing that's my way to heal, and I cried knowing it's perfectly fine for me to feel, and to cry and wash away the mud.
Sometimes the weight of the world is just too heavy, and today, I had to put it down for a while.
And in that moment where I just let it go, I found gratitude.