I never knew what it meant to wail.

Until today.

I had spent the last couple of weeks and months doubting the validity of my feelings. Convincing myself that I was 'faking it', 'making excuses', 'being overdramatic'.

But after the way, my body shook uncontrollably as I wept and wept; deep sounds I didn't even know I could make, escaping from the depths of my chest in a way that I can only describe as demonic. Like all the bad that I had locked away inside me was hurtling out. Like my body was expelling it. Protecting me. Purifying me. Hopefully, liberating me. I knew it was real.

Everything I had felt was real.

I'd never cried like that before.

What came after was pure and unadulterated peace.