This is my perspective as someone who took more than a year to seek professional help and eventually began to fully recover.
For me, recovery looked like small things that I once took for granted:
Hygiene. I can now take a bath every day. I wear clean underwear, and I can do my laundry without waiting until I run out of clothes.
Sleep. I can now sleep for 6–8 hours without having nightmares most of the time.
Wanting to live. I no longer think about ending my life.
Being around people again. I get excited about going out and talking to people, especially my family and relatives.
Looking back, I realize that I was completely struggling, but I didn't even recognize it. At the time, I thought what I was doing—or not doing—was normal. I didn't realize how much I had changed.
Recovery taught me that mental health is deeply connected to our physical health. Sometimes, healing doesn't look like a huge transformation. Sometimes, it simply means being able to take a bath, get enough sleep, wash your clothes, go outside, talk to someone, and wake up without wanting to give up.