Light in the darkness

I’m not out of the woods, not remotely. There’s three weeks left of stress, then a month of anticipation before the cycle begins anew.

I just got a decent night sleep, and am closer to functioning than I have been in at least a week. I want control but I’ll settle for not being in constant pain. The irony is that what that took was getting away from pain killers.

Anyway, I can breath, sleep, and I lost another few pounds. These are things that make me feel better. Like a firefly on a pitch black night, these little pleasures remind me that things get better.

I don’t know what the purpose of it is, aside from that I’m trying to get to saying to myself that things are good as often as I say they’re bad. If I only ever notice the bad, what will my life focus be?