Waking Up at 7:00 AM and Realizing the Heavy Cloud Has Folded Its Wings

Dear Delyara, It happened on a completely ordinary Thursday morning. I opened my eyes as the alarm went off, and instead of that familiar, immediate wave of heavy, crushing dread settling onto my chest like a physical block of stone, I felt... nothing but the cool air from the window. The cloud that has been hovering over my brain for four months had quietly folded its wings and moved on while I slept. I went to the kitchen, made my coffee, and actually watched the steam curl in the air with a sense of genuine interest. I am not naive enough to think the sadness will never return, but today is proof that the winter inside my head is temporary. The sky clears eventually, and today, I am completely back in the sun.