Today it hurts. Feels like a spiral, something on repeat. As though fated. A punishment. But you can let it go. All of it. Imagine. There is a wave. Open out to it. Let it wash through. Strip away the layers. And it will. And when all the old rooms have been cleared, you will be lighter by the precise weight of what you now hold. Do it…surrender. Everything. Then you will know. And there will be nothing left to say.