Moments

So, this time, a year ago, I was MISERABLE.
I was sickly and broken, and I had no idea what was wrong with me.

A year later, I strive to remember that time.
Frankly, I don't remember a whole lot about it. I think I was too miserable to really store certain memories. I remember moments.

I remember begging my coworkers...AGAIN...to watch the cafe so I could excuse myself.

I remember being suprised that my skirt was too big...because a week earlier, it was fine.

I remember eating lunch with my mom, and trying my hardest to just eat my food, but every single bite made me want to run to the bathroom and just hide.

I remember counting down the minutes until I could excuse myself from company without seeming rude or weird.

I remember wondering if I would ever get better.

A year later? I can eat my food without excusing myself multiple times.

My clothes don't have to be replaced weekly.

My coworkers don't have to rush to my aid every hour.

And it's nice. It's normal again. And that is all I ever really wanted.

But I don't think I'll ever forget those moments.

Those are the kind that simply change you.

M