HOF — It’s been twenty-three days since I suspended the medication. The fog is finally starting to lift. Feelings are returning — shyly, cautiously — like sunlight breaking through after a long storm.
Continue reading “Threads of Hope”HOF — It’s been twenty-three days since I suspended the medication. The fog is finally starting to lift. Feelings are returning — shyly, cautiously — like sunlight breaking through after a long storm.
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