I almost lost everything.
But the car stayed on the road.
The deal came through.
My loved one pulled through!
I got a second chance.
I feel relief when I feel safe.
The danger is past; now I can think about what almost happened.
I kept my false bravery aside. Perhaps I didn’t even know I was at risk. Perhaps I didn’t know what really mattered.
My relief always reflects a hidden fear.
My relief measures my fear and denial.
Perhaps I had too much at stake to face it all at once.
When I was in danger, I had to protect myself by minimizing my risk. Now I lowered my defences and looked at reality without even pretending.
I can admit how much losing really meant to me.
Relief is the beginning of self-knowledge.
Relief lets me feel my attachments and know how much I care.
Knowing what I really love is finding my strength.