One thing that illhealth has given me is the chance to feel proud of myself every day.
I don’t always take the opportunity to do so; comparing myself and my body and my productiveness to pre-illness levels still gets in the way even after all this time.
But more often than not I can find something to feel proud of myself for, every day.
Usually it’s simply because I’m doing something very hard every second of the day; living with this illness and it’s all-encompassing effects. I think that’s well worth feeling proud of myself for.
Not many people are in a position to experience this kind of heightened pride. Kind of grateful for it…in a very strange way.
IMAGE: A cup of coffee and Anna in a tea cup print nightie and pink striped dressing gown, as viewed from Anna’s viewpoint looking down.
M.E. myself and I 