I’m promoted again. To full-time.
As a result, I’ve all but vanished from this place. Things have been so much better, so much more stable. I rarely feel the need to vent, spiral-down or be struck-down by symptoms. I have a soft, squishy environment, as well as a kick-ass job that I love. I keep my head up. I work my fucking ass off. I do the best I can manage, each and every day. Despite occasional setbacks, I still make progress towards a full, happy life.
I am pleased with this development, for many very good reasons. Clearly. I’m on a great roll lately.
20 remotes in 2 days is pretty fucking awesome. I’m thriving under pressure here.
I have days where I’m very tired, and I get grouchy. As one might expect… but shit yo. I’m working harder than I ever have before, and I feel great about it. I really do. I am regretful of my behavior sometimes. And I have been attempting to be diligent about my “I feel this way because” line every time I have a fussy. It’s helping me… though I need more practice.
I hope things continue this way for some time. I am having a very good time of it. =)
If you are still out there, mentally ill readers of this blog, know that me and my friend Will (both dealing with forms of mental illness) are trying, and succeeding in achieving independence and stability in our lives. That with the right meds, a change of attitude, and a subtle belief in yourself, you can take little steps in the right direction, until something slowly accumulates. It’s never going to happen if you give up on yourself.
We are worth fighting for.