I was standing at the stove last night making pudding, wooden spoon in one hand and can of Kilkenny in the other, watching some bad romantic comedy, and I felt *exactly* like myself.

I felt better than I had in months.

And I knew it would be just fine.

I always knew it would be just fine, but I felt good about the future for once.

The pudding helped.

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Rosie.

Before&After