The healing power of a old, tattered, comfy tshirt on a hard weekend is unparalleled. Sometimes you don't need your demons tamed. A little reprieve from their chokehold is good enough.
That'll do. A breath, short enough to know you aren't in control but long enough for the sting to remind you you are alive still.
Somewhere between crying loudly to make a specific someone look at us and crying absolutely mute just so a particular someone won't catch us in tears we all grew up.