I found a bit of my old self.
It’s a long story with a very boring back story. But the point to be focused on is that I found a bit of life, I smiled genuinely and even my mom noticed that I wasn’t being a zombie and that I was like my old self. Now I am not going to jump to conclusions and say that I am back to normal and bla bla bla because I am very much aware of how this works : one or two good days are usually followed by a few bad days and it’s a continuous loop. The road to recovery isn’t a straight path. But this does give me a bit of hope. Maybe I am not completely a lost cause. Maybe, just maybe, things could change. A huge maybe, but at least now there is a maybe when a day ago there was nothing.