I would just like to say that I’m doing surprisingly well despite the shit I’ve gone through in the last month. My meds have been super helpful, I have a great doctor, a therapist I really like, and a couple of amazing friends who get me. I’m not where I want to be, but I know these setbacks are temporary. I’ve come a long way from the hopeless black void in which I used to wallow, and it makes me really happy when other people say they’ve seen me grow and are proud of me. I’ve emerged from my cocoon of despair and evolved into a resilient butterfly.