The appreciative and loving comments you left, the passing of a few days, including being at work (I don't like realizing that my job is actually good for my psychological state, but there it is), an excessive intake of ice cream, going to bed at eight o'clock, knowing I would be up at this hour, and still have time for another nap before time to get ready for work...all of that was the cure.
Once again, I'm feeling grateful for having had the youth I had and having survived it to reach the life I have now.
Bad, sad things happen to people. The lucky ones...the ones who see no options except to live through them...survive.
The luckier ones triumph. It took a long time for me to triumph over it, but I have.
If I hadn't had that life in those years, I would not have learned how strong I am.
There isn't much that can kill me.