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The quietness is fragility; I'm still not able to wander too far into the internet without seeing something that throws me into an anxiety washing machine for the rest of the day. But while I'm still fragile and my family is still headdesk-inducing, I got through university relatively unscathed, and discovered I can write essays (albeit with much whining and hollering) in the process. The next semester is bearing down on me already. I'm taking the little free time I have to clean the house and remember how to make things.