'Better' is a funny word. I have a good mental health team and an excellent therapist along with coping skills to deal with the bad days so they don't spill out onto others. The ghost of what happened and the cruelty of how everybody in leadership made my life hell is still here, and plays like an unwanted soundtrack in my head. A part of me grieves for who I could have been if that trauma never would have happened, but is proud of how things are building back. 'Better' is complicated and never seems to feel like 'better'.