But I'm proud of myself for how much of a fight I've managed to put up over the years. It is by no means surprising that this illness really kills people. It's painful, distressing, and sincerely debilitating, but I commend myself for continuing to get back up over the years. I hope some people can relate and view their progress in a more optimistic light.

Corny as it is, I commend all of you for continuing to put up a fight. I really do believe it gets better, even if I'm not there yet. Pet your dogs, tell someone you love them, and I hope you all find something to be grateful for today. :)