I am free, and it feels good.

Freedom tends to announce itself as an absence, which is why it is so often missed at the time.

There is no moment. What happens is that a Sunday evening goes by and the familiar tightening in the chest doesn't arrive, and you don't notice, because nothing happening is very hard to notice. Weeks later you work out roughly when it stopped.

The good part is slower to turn up than the free part. Early on it mostly feels like quiet, and quiet can be unnerving after a long stretch of noise. Give it a fortnight and it starts reading as relief.