Are the demons buried for good?

The husband told me the other day that I am me again. We saw a glimpse of me last year, prior to getting pregnant with the baby. Before that, there were tiny glimpses here or there, but the last time I felt "Well" was probably 6 or 7 years ago. At the moment, it doesn't seem like it's been that long that I've been fighting, but when I'm in the pit, it seems like much longer.

But for now, the demons have been laid to rest. 

One of my favorite bloggers posted about "Remission" today. I was thinking about how my issues are in remission at the moment. I'm doing good. I'm back to normal, and even without the help of medications to get me there. There are still good days and bad days, like any other person has. But the bad days aren't so bad that I'm paralyzed with anxiety and shame and guilt. 

In the past, the idea of "Remission" always made me a little bit depressed. Because the illness can come back. But what I'm able to focus on now, is that it doesn't have to! And, because it is in remission and I have fought it before, I can do it again. I know what it takes to defeat it. 

So, Are the demons buried for good? Maybe not. But they are for now. And I'm grateful that they are... even if it's just for a little while.