There are emotional climates my body still treats like weather it once nearly drowned in

Dear Delyara, Nothing dramatic needs to happen in the present for the body to remember. A certain tone, a pressure in the room, a kind of unpredictability, a certain emotional sharpness, and suddenly part of me is no longer fully here. More careful. Smaller. More focused on consequence than self. That shift is fast. And often invisible. But I feel it. And I’m tired of how much of old weather still lives in new rooms.