She is a walking contraction. Some days she tries to hold the world on her shoulders and other days she can barely hold her head up.
Her life starts to feel familiar again. Not the same but familiar – and that is a relief. She starts to sleep, to feel like eating, and feels content. Not quite happy, but content. And that’s a start.
One step forward two steps back. Just when life feels like maybe it is starting to get back to “normal” it stops. The dreaded cycle begins. She can’t sleep, she has no appetite, and she is, again, full of sorrow.
Someday the war between heart and mind will end. Someday the cycle will break. Someday she will be a new, better person. Because, to be frank, she will never be the person she was before.