A year later…

It’s been exactly 1 year to the date since I was diagnosed after my first major relapse that had me admitted to the hospital. I am doing better now and I’m more stable on treatment but it has been a year where a lot has been taken away from me, namely my peace of mind and the illusion of control. In its place a hollow person barely trying to hold himself together was left - tragically unaware of how to actually get on with life. I feel like since I’m better, able to go to the gym every now and then, stay at work and basically have a sense of normalcy - it’s almost like it invalidates how difficult this first year was with three back to back relapses and going from from being very active and squatting 100kg at the gym to walking with a cane and fog so bad I forgot where I lived among other fun symptoms I get from time to time. Anyone else feeling this way?