When it finally leaves your chest, you can breathe again

There’s a moment after the drop.

It doesn’t always come right away — sometimes it takes minutes, sometimes days. But when it arrives, you’ll know.

It’s that inhale. That long, shaking, chest-expanding breath that feels like the first real one in weeks.

Because the thing you’ve been carrying? The guilt, the grudge, the ghost — it’s no longer stuck in your ribcage.

You dropped it.

You typed it.

You faced it.

You let it go.

And now?

There’s space.

There’s air.

There’s you, finally free from the pressure of pretending it didn’t matter.

Confession isn’t about shame.

It’s about making room to heal.

Breathe it in.

Then get ready to drop again.