I am not a person who lies and today I told you, “I’m proud of you!”
I said that exactly because I meant it.
It has been a challenging few months with the death of Ed, your seizures, and the cleaning of the hoarder apartment. But for the first time in years, you have said, “Everything is looking up.”
You are moving into your new place in a week. You will be going back to work. And you’re no longer focused on the negativity life has brought you.
You’re looking forward.
I’ve realized the hardest part of depression has been finding the push to move forward. What has worked for me is distraction. I keep moving, working, and plotting my next goal.
I compare myself to a shark: I never stop swimming.
The only “distraction” I allow myself is helping others.
That now includes you.
There has been no greater reward than seeing you light up while exploring your newly renovated apartment. There has been nothing to compare to seeing you smile and laugh again. And I have no words to explain how hearing you talk about a future makes me feel.
So I’ll say it again: I’m proud of you.