The knife that finally stopped fighting me

Sharpened it this morning—first time in weeks, really focused. The steel’s been dull for so long I’d almost forgotten what a clean cut feels like. Today, the blade sliced through a piece of tuna like it was nothing. Not even resistance. Just… glide. I stood there, watching the fish fall apart under its own weight. Felt like something broke in me too. Not sad. Just real. Like I’d remembered how to do the thing I’ve spent years pretending to love.