Earlier this year, I sat motionless on the couch for what felt like forever. Not out of rest—but heaviness.

The weight of past shadows.

Loneliness.

Work felt distant.

Life even more so.

In that stillness, something shifted.

I saw how the past—though behind me—was still casting long shadows ahead.

But then I remembered:

Shadows only stretch where light exists.

The sun was there all along.

And beyond the dark silhouettes of memory, healing