Woke up feeling a little bit of that old dread this morning, like a ghost of the past trying to hang around. But then I made coffee, sat down, and just looked at the day ahead, and it wasn't so scary anymore. That shift, from pure panic to just... facing it, that's what recovery is for me sometimes. It's not always sunshine and rainbows but it's real. And I'm learning to be okay with the quiet moments too.