Besides my arm being seconds from falling off + the 40 min mental prep time it took me to get out the door. I'd say today was a win! I walked to the store alone- just like the good ole days! I may have made my mom talk to me the entire time and I may have cried twice, but still...I did it. Time is the best yet most frustrating part of healing. No matter how long it takes, be proud of your progress. Don't let comparison of any kind rob you of the healing you deserve. Keep fighting- the small things you miss will come back, I promise.