Since last night I’ve been clearing and releasing, clearing and releasing, wracked with sobs that feel older than this lifetime. It’s been months since I’ve cried this hard. I know better than to question it. I crumple and allow myself to fall apart. I am held – last night by my husband, today by both he and Ada. I cry until the pain in my chest is gone. I quiet my mind as it warns me to stop after a minute or two. I quiet my mind as it cries out that I am a victim. I am not done. There are more tears to be shed. But for now, there is peace.