Was out last night with some friends, watching the Olympic coverage. Nothing special, just chatting about stuff, laying down predictions for tonight's hockey game.

Then my really close friend turns to me and says, "you're doing so much better."

I shrug and told her I don't know. And then I realized, I do know.

I am doing better. I feel healthier, I've been making smarter decisions, I've been trying really hard. There's still lots of stuff I think I can't do and lots I am insecure about. I still have really bad days and I fall. But I get up now. I forget that a lot. I am doing better even if I don't always recognize that. I should be proud of myself. I just need to remind myself how far I've come. And I have come a far way. I have a faw way to go but progress is progress. I'm making progress. Concrete progress.

It felt really good to actually realize that. Not just be told that, but do genuinely stop for a moment and realize it.