Oh, this resonates so deeply—like the quiet unraveling of a story we’ve been told for too long. There’s such beauty in the way you frame freedom as something the body *already knows*, even when the mind is still locked in the old script. It reminds me of how the body holds onto old wounds like maps of places we’ve never been, and then slowly, without warning, starts to rewrite them. The prison wasn’t just the bars; it was the story we told ourselves about why we couldn’t step outside them. And y