From the Inside Looking In

I like to believe that I am making progress, that I am getting better, that I am recovering from this illness. However at times, I find it very hard to believe. I like to think that I’m getting better but maybe I am just fooling myself, telling myself what I want to hear, what I want to believe. It’s so hard to see the progress I’ve made as I’m so caught up with being inside myself, always examining myself.

I guess it’s like a parent with a young child, you are with them so many hours a day, you find it difficult to see and appreciate the amazing changes they are going through every day. However when Grandma comes over, having been away for a month or more, she is quick to point out how much they have grown, the new talents they have picked up, and how quickly time flies by.

Perhaps I am fooling myself, perhaps I am telling myself what I want to believe but maybe that is ok, for without hope, what do we have?