That’s been my experience.
I wrote yesterday about a particularly challenging time I’ve been having with my mental illness.
Yesterday was a prime example of how things got worse, and how they’re now a bit better.
But, what does better look like?
“Better“ is not wanting to call it quits.
“Better” is holding out hope that things will continue to improve.
And “better” is having gratitude for doing (and having done) the things that perpetuate a good health experience.
Because somewhere along the line, I made some choices.
Either through my own volition or through coercion—it doesn’t matter.
The important thing is that I made the decision to take my medications.
And, that means everything to having somewhat of a life.
In all fairness, I should be either dead or institutionalized.
Thus, my gratitude extends to my decision to be on my psychiatric medications.