I was reading a post just now where someone was looking at papers (school I think) and remembering how happy they were at that time pre-illness. It started me thinking about and mourning the pre-illness me. I've decided to make some meaningful goals for the post-illness me so I can look back over this time in the future and not just see a gray cloud of mental illness but some good and proud times as well. I don't just want to survive. I'd like to thrive as well.

Sending big hugs.