My liver’s doing a little victory dance, and my ALT levels are on the rise—who knew healing could be so dramatic? Headaches? Gone! Sleep? Almost normal (let’s not get too crazy here). My skin’s looking better, I’ve gained some weight, and I’m hitting the pavement with regular walks and exercise. I’m even stepping out of my cave to be social again! No more living on the edge like I was a few weeks ago, when leaving my flat felt like an extreme sport. I’m adulting hard, tackling priorities and facing my demons head-on instead of running away like a cartoon character. And in a plot twist, women I used to be too shy to talk to are now smiling at me and striking up conversations. There’s this really nice girl at work who’s got a boyfriend, which means she just wants to be friendly—phew! Guess being myself is working out after all.