The therapy and meds are working cause I'm so ungodly stressed with some friend group drama, starting a summer class, and running around living life... And yet, I'm handling it well, all things considered.
Like, usually this much stress would have thrown off my sleep schedule, then thrown me into a depressive anxiety spiral I would at least need 3-5 days to recover from.
At most, I've only needed about 1 day of doing fuck all and resting every 2ish weeks, give or take, then I'm back on my regularly scheduled life stuff. There's no more shame in needing a day of fuck all, and I can actually rest rather than feeling bad for needing to rest.
Furthermore, I feel like I'm genuinely okay most of the time now. I was driving a few weeks ago, and realized I wasn't needing to actively manage some sort of anxiety or negative thought pattern. I was living life, and I was truly okay. Not "okay" as in "I'm on the struggle bus and you asked how I was and I can't say fine, but I'll settle with okay because I can't say I'm not good either."
It's been 9 years since I burnt out. 9 years of struggling to manage my mental health. 9 years of thinking this will be the rest of my life, so I better get used to it.
I'm finally, actually okay. In fact, I just might even be good.