What A Difference A Year Can Make

I head down the stairs like I do every morning, but for some reason this one was different. I walked down and as each step went by, I had the clearest flashback to a time when I was at my lowest. I recall my heart beating slower, and slower. I remember holding onto the railing with all I had in me as I started to lose my footing. I reached my hands slowly down the wall in search ofthe light switch in which I never found. I remember getting to the bottom of the stairs where my legs now felt like liquid, and my mind was dazing off into another…