I made plans after 7pm again. Not big ones - coffee with my sister on a Wednesday, something I hadn't done in over a year because I knew by evening I wouldn't have anything left to give.
I would have told you that before this "energy" was the thing I was missing. It wasn't, really. What I actually wanted was what I read someone else describe once and couldn't stop thinking about: "I have energy past 2pm. I remember why I loved my job." Not more hours in the day. Just being present for the ones I already had.
I'm not going to tell you it fixed everything, because that's not what happened and I don't trust anyone who tells you that's what happens to them either. What I can tell you is that six weeks in, I'm still taking it, I haven't gone back to negotiating with myself about whether it's "worth it," and I finally stopped waiting for the version of me that used to exist to come back - because she's mostly just here now. Not transformed. Just back.
That's what six weeks actually changed. Not everything at once. Just enough of the pieces - and it turns out, once you add them up, that was everything.