What Stability Looks Like
It wasn’t dramatic.
No big turning point. No montage of progress.
It was Mara waking up three days in a row without dread. Laughing at something Alex said without faking it. Reaching for Eliana because she wanted to, not because she had to.
It was feeling hunger. Craving music. Remembering to drink water.
Tiny things.
But together, they formed a mosaic of something new.
One morning, she caught her reflection and didn’t flinch.
She didn’t beam. She didn’t cry.
She just nodded.
A quiet agreement with herself to keep going.
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