As the world was seen before, so it is seen now. One gradually makes judgments as in earlier times. Work seems appealing and absorbing again. Activities of fun seem attractive. Purpose starts to instill each day.
Life has meaning once more.
In this emergence from the dark-filled room, one has to cling, cling to the light and never look back. If the darkness approaches again, it must be fled with all one's strength. Gradually the light becomes more steady and sure. There are pockets of darkness within but one can watch them warily and put up resistance to their snares. In depression mornings are always the worst time.