To me, it seems, this is what hope looks like. Am struggling a little with feeling so grotty all the time; trying to be content with my circumstances and sometimes succeeding…sometimes, not. It becomes difficult, after such a long time, to imagine things will get better – that I will get better. I don’t mean that in a self-pitying way but simply that, after struggling with this for over half my life, it naturally becomes harder to imagine ever being without it. I would be happy with improvement, not cure. I would be happy to be in a ‘good patch’ not a bad one. Stamp this picture on my heart and let it grow…to see it in the distance would be enough.
Today: 3/10, high