I still catch myself bracing for the other shoe to drop, even when things are genuinely good. It's a reflex I'm trying to unlearn. The body remembers trauma even when the mind wants to move on. It's like a phantom limb, aching for a loss that isn't even there anymore, but the nervous system is still screaming about it. I guess that's why healing is never really DONE, just…managed. I notice the bracing in my shoulders, too. It's a subtle clenching, like I'm permanently guarding something fragile. I have to actively tell myself: "Hands open. Receive."