It’s weird being in my room and actually looking around for the first time. I see my life stopped, the last 2 ½ months erased and confusion over the feeling that something has changed. I know that I’ve changed, but how? Will I ever truly know, outside of my obvious disabilities? I don’t want to go back to the place I was before. I don’t want to remember that time. As strange as it is, for the first time since I graduated high school, I have clarity. I have purpose.