A few nights ago, I was tearing up before bed at the pure complexities and intricacies of life. Except this year, unlike those days that I'll never stop banging on about , those of last spring, they were tears of happiness. An indication of what's changed in the space of just a year, an indication that I can function normally, an indication that for the first time I can reflect and feel genuinely happy with my life. It's worth a moment to reflect on though. Even now, there are times when emotion overwhelms me and I'll burst into tears not because I want to end it but instead because, well, I don't really know. I suppose it is the trigger of certain moments, feelings and events that take me back to last year and the impact its had on me. But equally I feel a pang of irrational selfishness for being overly open about my experience and emphasising it at every possible opportunity. And then again, those could both be explained by the sadness I feel when thinki...