no interest in creating a spectacle.
I wanted to understand my life and decide how I wanted to live it.
I continued attending therapy.
I began walking in the mornings, something I had enjoyed years earlier but had abandoned because Sunday evenings often left me too anxious to sleep.
I reconnected with friends I had gradually stopped seeing.
I enrolled in a short course I had postponed twice because Daniel’s schedule had always seemed to take priority.
Small things.
Ordinary things.
But each one reminded me that my life had
