Definition: The exact moment your depressive fog lifts like a punctured stormcloud, leaving you blinking in sudden emotional daylight. Feels like a champagne cork popping in your chest cavity – that fizzy, unexpected jolt where colors sharpen and strangers’ smiles stop feeling like abstract art.
Usually triggered by stupidly simple stuff: tasting coffee properly after years of sludge, or realizing your dog’s wagging tail just short-circuited your despair. Not victory – just your soul’s mic-drop reminder that numbness isn’t permanent.
Example:
Sunlight hit the dusty window and birdsong pierced the quiet; the depressive fog lifted abruptly, leaving him blinking in sudden, startling emotional daylight.
She felt the absurd fizzy pop inside, like a champagne cork, watching her dog’s pure joy; colors sharpened and the crushing weight vanished momentarily.