There is a tension created between hoping that my mental health will and can indeed improve with the right balance of meds... and the fact that I need to accept what I have and move on in life.

Sometimes I get excited that there may be a breakthrough for my illness, that hope lies just around the corner. Maybe by the doctor increasing or decreasing this, then the balance will be better... But then I get slammed in the face and I think, why don't I just accept what and who I am, and work on coping rather than hoping for a better prognosis with meds?

Do you guys ever feel that tension of not knowing where to rest your confidence in hope or surrender and acceptance?