When does a turnaround actually happen?
When we realise that is not the end of the road and that sadness need not be part of our daily beauty regimen?
When do we allow ourselves to warm our hearts to the simplest joys - a hug, a smile or even a phone call?
When we realise that the birds flying in the open sky could just as well be us, if only we took that chance?
When does the euphoria of being alive really seize us?
When we've been to the brink and survived to tell the tale?