01/07/2026
Think about a soldier on a battlefield.
While the danger is constant, they don’t collapse.
They can’t.
They stay alert.
They stay functional.
They follow orders.
They keep moving — not because they’re okay, but because stopping would get them killed.
Fear becomes fuel.
Adrenaline becomes structure.
Survival becomes routine.
Now imagine that soldier finally leaving the battlefield.
Going home.
Laying down their gear.
Closing the door.
That’s when the shaking starts.
That’s when the exhaustion hits.
That’s when the memories surface.
That’s when the body finally says, “I couldn’t feel this before — but I can now.”
Nothing new happened.
The danger didn’t increase.
The trauma didn’t suddenly appear.
Safety did.
And your nervous system responded exactly the same way.
For years, you lived in psychological threat.
Emotional volatility.
Unpredictability.
Walking on eggshells.
Being needed, blamed, monitored, or minimised.
You stayed composed because you had to.
You stayed sharp because collapse wasn’t an option.
You stayed functional because dysfunction wasn’t allowed.
Your body learned:
We survive first. We feel later.
So when you finally got distance.
When you finally left.
When the chaos quieted.
When no one was actively attacking you anymore —
your system stood down.
And everything you didn’t have permission to feel before
came rushing in.
The grief.
The rage.
The exhaustion.
The disorientation.
The identity loss.
This is the part no one prepares you for:
Healing feels like falling apart because survival was holding you together.
You didn’t regress.
You didn’t “get worse.”
You didn’t lose your resilience.
You stopped being under fire.
And your body finally had room to process what it lived through.
That’s why rest feels heavy.
That’s why motivation disappears.
That’s why you question who you even are now.
That’s why simple tasks feel overwhelming.
Your nervous system isn’t malfunctioning.
It’s recalibrating.
The version of you who held it all together
was built for war.
The version emerging now
is learning how to live without one.
And that transition is brutal —
because there’s no applause for it.
No ceremony.
No language that says,
“This collapse makes sense.”
But it does.
You’re not lazy.
You’re not broken.
You’re not failing at healing.
You’re coming home from a battlefield
your body never forgot —
even when your mind tried to.
And that kind of collapse
isn’t weakness.
It’s the cost of surviving something
that required you to stay standing
long after it was safe to sit down.