For weeks now, I’ve been feeling good. I’m only on lithium. Everything looks different. It’s not euphoria, it’s not madness, it’s just being alive again. Now I want to go out, talk, connect. I want people around me. I want someone to listen. What used to be the urge to disappear is now a hunger to live. Simple. Clear. Direct.

It’s not some exaggerated happiness. It’s not a manic trap. It’s just normal. And after so much emptiness, feeling normal hits hard. Because now I want things. Now I want to be here. I’m not saved. I’m just not drowning anymore.