I cried yesterday. But it's fine. They were tears of joy and relief.
Since February 2007, I have been fighting. Fighting against myself.
Yesterday, I won. Not the war, not everlasting peace, but a very, very big battle.
I woke up in the morning, feeling rested. I did a normal morning routine (you know the deal: eating, showering, dressing up...). I took the metro. I entered my employers' building. And then I worked.
It sounds like the most boring victory ever, but for me, it is enormous. I have struggled so much, I have constantly made up excuses to avoid doing that sort of thing, I have cried, I have told myself the most horrible things. But there I was, yesterday, doing fine. No uncontrollable anxiety. No lies. No avoidance.
To you it might be the smallest, most insignificant of things, but for me it is the biggest victory.