There’s a point in healing where gratitude and fear live side by side, and hope feels almost dangerous. Allyson’s piece sits right in that place: the moment when life is finally consistent, yet something in you remembers every time the ground gave out. And still, another part of you reaches forward anyway. The honesty of that, of wanting more after having been through so much, woke me right up.

Feels like watching someone remember they’re allowed to want a fuller life ⬇️