Did you have moments after you left the organization when you felt alive for the first time? When you realized that you had just been drudging around with your head down, enduring rather than living. When that huge burden was lifted from your shoulders and you saw the world not for the place of darkness and pain that the witnesses made it out to be but for all the wonder in it? Did you walk out on the grass in the sunlight and marvel at just how beautiful it was. Or did you pass well tailored yards and see the work and little bit of "paradise" that went into it without thinking of it as a shameful waste of time. Did you draw what you felt was your first unburded breath of air.
I did.