For a while, nothing felt good.
Not because life was all bad.
Because you were numb.
The colour had drained.
The taste had gone.
You were moving through days without registering them.
But something is shifting.
You noticed the light this morning.
You tasted your food.
You felt the warmth of someone's presence.
Gratitude after numbness is not sentimentality.
It's a sign that life is returning.
This week, write three small mercies.
Not dramatic ones. Ordinary ones.
A good night's sleep.
A conversation that didn't drain you.
A moment of unexpected peace.
And do not turn them into content.
Some recoveries are only meant to be lived.