It's wild how much my body remembers, even when my brain wants to pretend everything's fine now. Like, I can walk into a certain type of office building and my heart rate will just spike. Filing cabinets still make my palms sweat, even though I haven't touched one in years. The smell of cheap coffee and fluorescent lights is enough to send me spiraling back to performance reviews I didn't deserve. I built a good life, but the body keeps the score, I guess. I can still hear my old boss's laugh in my head sometimes, right before he'd drop some ridiculous expectation on my plate. It’s a phantom sound, but my stomach clenches every time, preparing for impact. I hate that he still has that power.