You stop waking up every morning with dread in your chest. Or if it’s still there, it becomes familiar less like a monster, more like a weather pattern. You know how to live around it. You don’t panic when it rains anymore. You learn to carry an umbrella, to cancel plans, to sit by the window instead of fighting the storm.

Some days, you leave your phone untouched because the silence doesn’t scare you the way it used to. Some days you cry, yes but the crying feels like release, not defeat.