These past ten days have been some of the best of my life, internally. Nothing obvious or earth-shaking has changed on the outside, but I've been more comfortable in my own skin than I have been since I hit puberty. The constant internal struggle has almost entirely abated, and the sense of empathy/sympathy/compassion/etc. has been remarkable in its consistency. I can't say everything's perfect, but for the first time in a good long while, I feel like I have a base to stand on to get there-- not that perfection is ever really attainable short of death, but to me, even having a starting point whence one can imagine that kind of end result is huge. I know I have so much more work to do before I get to any of the places I really want to be, but now I know I can do it.