This is something I have heard several times in the last few months. I will say or do something, and the person I am with will say, "You're back!" For some reason, this really bothers me. Everything in me fights that notion, and I usually end up "worse" for awhile. And I think it's because there's a lot packed into that concept of being "back to normal." I'm' not. It may seem like I am. But honestly, I can't stress this enough, a lot of it is fake. A lot of my days follow the "fake it til you make it" motto. Because of depression and grief and exhaustion, I have to pretend to be myself. I can sometimes feel myself subconsciously trying to figure out "what would Monica do in this situation?" so that I can approximate my own normal as best I can. Often, the statement that I'm back follows a whole lot of pretending to be my normal self. Even if it is a genuine moment of "me-ness," it does...
True confessions of a Lutheran traveling church pianist