the silence that comes after you don't fight it anymore… it leaves a strange warmth behind my sternum, like a quiet hum i’m finally hearing. That hum… that’s it, isn't it? The quiet after the SCREAM, the tremor that runs through you when the fight finally leaves your body, and you're just… there. I remember thinking for so long that the absence of pain meant numbness, but NO. It's this – a deep, resonant, living peace that you had no idea was even possible when you were clawing your way out of the pit. It's a miracle, actually.