Pointing Out the Wind
That weight had bent my whole life out of shape.
And in that hospital room, saying then don’t to my mother, I had set it down, and the lightness that flooded in where it had been was the truest freedom I have ever felt.
Not the freedom to do anything in particular.
The freedom to stop trying to be loved by people who had shown me, over and over, that they would not.
And I was.
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