Remembering

I’m so grateful for moments of peace. For the temporary absence of the knot in my stomach. It’s such a nice reprieve. And it occurs to me that this must be what life is like for people without anxiety and depression. Heck, this must be what my life used to be like. I just can’t remember it. Mental illness overturns everything and erodes the memory of life before it. And it flattens hope for recovery.

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