Yeah, it's like this inner feeling of being okay with things, just so suddenly. I still feel sad, and I'm crying even more now than I was. But it's an okay sort of cry, like finally releasing things and being able to put them away. Instead of feeling this desperate clinginess to everything, and feeling like I won't ever be able to experience life in the same way, and I'm missing out on so much, and on and on...it's like I'm okay, like yeah, I miss him. But I don't need him. I can let go of wondering if I will ever get him back, because he's not that essential all of a sudden. He's not my only hope of ever feeling valued, loved, and like someone is proud of me (I had some major paternal transference), and I can take what he gave and give it to myself.