Apparently there actually was a cure for what ailed me.

I had no idea how thick the fog was until it began to lift. No idea how heavy the shackles were until they were taken off. I had no idea just how much it felt like I was fighting through something ALL THE TIME until I no longer had to fight. I had no concept of the fact that I no longer knew what it felt like to actually wake up in the morning.

It's the weirdest thing.

Part of me is asking why the hell I didn't deal with this sooner; most of me is just grateful that it was fixable, finally, and in a relatively painless way.