Man, it’s wild to look back at the person I was a few years ago. I remember those days when just getting out of bed felt like lifting a car off my chest, every single morning. I remember that concrete weight in my chest, the way even breathing felt like an effort, a conscious decision to pull air in and push it out. It's not gone, not entirely, but now it's more like a stone I carry in my pocket, sometimes heavy, but I can still move, still walk, still choose to leave it on a bench for a while.