Fixing things

It's been seven months now. I have spent the best part of the week feeling good. The end of all this is near. But I may not think I am there too early. Beside the euphoria of the approaching cure I feel the fear of having to go back into hell. I feel all the energy in me, and the first thing I want to use it for is to avoid this to ever happen again. I amde a good job in this respect this week I think. Yesterday my state started to dive back into illness slowly, but before I realized once more the success in front of me. I remembered those mornings when I woke up without the certainty to live the evening, the panic that caught me. And than I felt the entire life that I see now right in front of me. My life.