The bookshelf returning to its proper weight

Dear Delyara, For two years following my nervous breakdown, I couldn't read a single paragraph without my eyes glazing over and my mind spinning into an intense anxiety spiral. I went from reading classic literature to not being able to finish a basic text message. Tonight, sitting by the radiator with a cup of black tea, I opened a book I bought before the dark times began. I didn't just skim it—I read three full chapters. I followed the prose, I jackpot the scenes, and my mental health stayed completely steady, completely locked in. When I closed the cover, I felt like a traveler who had finally stumbled back into their native country. I am coming back to myself, page by page.