When I catch these changes, I hold them close, and I wonder if they’re happening directly because of what’s happened to me. During the time that I was going through treatment, I really lost connection with myself and throughout recovery I was desperately trying to feel like me again, and nothing really landed.

All the posters and guidance talk about the new normal and I wonder if mine comes in the form of soft changes, passing me by until I’m something new entirely.

I quite like it! I softly smile when I realise I’m reacting to situations differently. I’ve been truthful in hard situations. I’ve held both comfort and loneliness in my hands, and not let the weight anchor me. I’ve watched with curiosity as my hair grew curly then settled straight. Found joy in reading and writing and making music again. I’ve listened to my body, when it used to feel like we didn’t even speak the same language.

It kind of feels like coming home, like a warm and comfortable place is just ahead of me, and I can feel the heat radiating from where I’m stood.

It’s a striking reminder of my fluidity, and it’s both unsettling and exciting.