I got through the evening without leaving myself

Dear Delyara, Quiet evenings used to be dangerous because they left me alone with too much feeling. Tonight was quiet. And I stayed. I didn’t numb out. Didn’t escape. Didn’t disappear into the old pattern. I made tea. Walked around. Sat with discomfort. Let the craving be a wave instead of a command. There are victories no one sees because they happen in silence. This was one of mine.