I waited for a while before posting this, hoping that I wasn’t deluding myself.
I think that while I’m still not yet healed, I might finally be on my way back. After months of feeling like this heavy grief would be a constant companion, there are now moments in my days when I look up from a book or an article I’m reading, and there is a twinge that feels like an echo of the old fire burning in my chest.
I feel hopeful. And this is something I am so, so glad to feel again after the wildfire that decimated me last year.