With every passing day

A brief glimpse and a momentary observation... The stresses of the last two months seem to have subsided for the time being, which is a great relief to me. My hands have managed to stop shaking and I no longer feel the sense of illness or dread which had overtaken me. It doesn't mean that I'm not attuned to the idea that things can become dark again, but at least the last few weeks and weekends have been a lot brighter. It doesn't hurt that my ties with my family are being strengthened and everyone's hope for my father is what's helping me get through his rehab period.

I'm just glad for the brief subsiding of emotional rain, y'know?