recovery room

I was walking to the bus just now, breathing in the green air for the first time in what feels like weeks, and the strangest happiness came over me. Or rather, I noticed it. And by rights, I shouldn't be. But I guess all that's happened, an agonizing week and more pain than I've ever encountered.... It makes everything I used to be afraid of less significant. I don't feel that constant anxious gnawing to prove myself. I don't feel the guilt I've always carried. And I know now what bright spot will always be in my eyes. This must last. I want it to.