There are songs I can’t play anymore because they remind me of who I was before everything shifted. Not because I don’t love them—but because I wasn’t ready to feel that much.
But lately, I’ve been letting them in again. Softly. Like a toe in cold water.
And you know what? I didn’t break. I remembered. I smiled. Sometimes what we fear revisiting is exactly where we left a piece of ourselves behind.
This isn't regression. It’s return. To sound. To self. To memory, without the sting.