But something else surprised me even more.
In the old photograph, I was smiling.
But my eyes looked tense.
In the new one, I still hadn’t completely recovered, yet my expression looked calmer.
A few weeks later, I returned to the doctor.
He carefully examined everything before saying,
“Everything is moving in the right direction.”
I laughed softly.
“I have to confess something.”
“I’m listening.”
“On the third day, I was convinced I had ruined my entire life.”
He smiled.
“That’s why I warned you beforehand.”
“I know. But when you look into a mirror and don’t recognize yourself, it’s very difficult to believe that what you’re seeing is temporary.”
The months passed.
One day, I took another picture of myself from the side.
This time, when I looked at it, I didn’t try to hide anything.
I posted it.
But the moment that meant the most to me happened
