Man, I gotta say, one thing I'm still SO grateful for at 120 days is just... SLEEP. Not even talking about the dreams necessarily, though those are wild sometimes. But just the pure, UNADULTERATED act of sleeping. For so long, it felt like it was either passing out cold or tossing and turning in an anxious, restless mess. Now, it's like my body actually knows how to rest. It’s a different kind of peace, you know? Like my brain is finally getting the recharge it DESPERATELY needed. That feeling of waking up genuinely refreshed? Priceless. It's truly a gift.