The path to recovery is often unanticipated, and pops up when you least expect it.
In fairytales, and sunshine. Chocolate cake and friends.
I've been bitten by a happy bug, the kind of happy that I used to have when I was 12, and had yet to go through college, long distance relationships, my uncle, and other heartaches.
I know this is short-lived, but I want to dwell in this moment, and I thank God with all my heart I've had something like this, finally.

It's not that it's forgotten, I've chosen to let it be over.


Ironically, this revelation comes on the even of visit #2 with the psychiatrist.
Sometimes, just the talking can help too.

:D hugs all around,
-eeda