There's a specific kind of exhaustion that comes from realizing you're no longer fighting the same battles, but still feeling the phantom aches of the old wars. It's like my body still flinches at the sound of slamming doors, even though no one's yelling anymore. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, but all I hear is quiet. I still scan the room for exits, even though I know I'm safe. It’s a reflex now, like checking if the stove is off, except the stove is always off, and the threat is always gone.