I keep noticing how much easier it is to be kind to myself now that I'm consistently getting enough sleep; it's like the baseline level of self-compassion has just…shifted. It's unsettling how much of my supposed 'personality' was just chronic exhaustion. I thought I was just a naturally grumpy person who needed a lot of alone time, but turns out, a solid 8 hours makes me… downright cheerful. The real work now is forgiving myself for the years I spent judging myself so harshly for something so easily fixed.