I know at times it can feel like we are utterly powerless. Yet that isn't my topic. I wanted to talk about strength. Yes strength.
Today for example (whatever day you've read this.) You have managed to make it to a computer, and read this note. That is
a tiny thing, but it is one worth remembering.

Each tiny thing you manage is worth celebrating. It isn't something to take for granted. Not when the black weight of depression clings to your heart and mind and tries to pin you to the floor and suffocate you.

Remember the tiny things if you can. Yay I got up, yay I showered, yay I read something on the computer, yay I had coffee (if you did.) Whatever you manage try and remember those, put them together in a chain, even if at some point you have to crawl back to bed, recover a little. It is NOT a negative thing, as long as you've tried. Tomorrow, try a little more. This is the fight we must fight. As best we can. In little steps.


You are stronger than you think, to have made it this far. To have sought help and discussion for your illness. I'm not in anyway thinking that is tiny. I talked to my counselor at one point and asked her about the fact she mentioned she gave "homework." Yet she didn't ever give me any. The discussion was that I tried to do the things she'd have asked, on my own, that I didn't just curl up and wait for things to change--I took steps to make change. So too have you, if you read this. That attempt to seek change, to get support? It may seem "tiny" but it isn't really it is HUGE! So celebrate that too. Each time we do try, great or small, we've won a little bit against the darkness that embraces us all, keep doing what you can. Remember, these victories.