I wanted to share something that happened to me, because it was so strange and lasted for years—I completely lost my taste for cheese, my absolute favorite food, and it just vanished for about five whole years, which felt like a little piece of joy was missing, but recently it came back and I can enjoy it again, and that small return feels like a quiet sign of healing. My mornings were so hard for so long, where I’d feel like I was just loading slowly, not really awake or present until noon every single day, and it was exhausting. It’s been a long road with lots of difficult stretches, but noticing these small shifts gives me hope that things keep moving forward, even when it doesn’t feel like it.
