The Calm Before the Storm

Sometimes I think these days are the worst.

The calm. The quiet. The lack of resistance. The flow. The ease.

Is this healing? Is this just a part of me that is in denial? A part that is faking it? Pretending to be.

In some ways it is like what they say healing is.

I guess the only way to know is to pressure test it: have something happen and see how I react. In that I should have an appropriate reaction.

But it also feels nice. Comfortable.

Why would I pressure test that?