Roughly two and a half years for the dreamlike fog to really thin out for me but can still have what I call cotton wool moments.
It's there, what I want, but I can't just quite get my hand on it, like a dense dense fog, 'I know I can do it, get it but just can't quite reach it. Life can be surreal.'p

And if I take time out to ponder this is usually a result of what's going on around me - overload, anxiety, stress, being the precipitator. And should frustration creep in, ok romp in, then the cottonwool becomes impenetrable.

Trust us it does get better, without really noticing it you wake up one day and are aware that x is no longer part of your journey or has lessened quite considerably. Two steps forward, one Step backwards for some and you inch your way forward.

Best of Cartlake.