I Came Back to Myself Slowly

Dear Delyara, I don’t have a neat category for this one. I just know I feel more alive than I did a year ago. Not happier all the time. Not transformed. Just more present. I care about things again. I notice beauty again. I feel like I’m standing inside my own days instead of watching them from some exhausted distance. I want things again. I laugh more honestly. I cry more honestly too. It feels like a return. Slow, imperfect, real. And maybe that is the victory: I came back.