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“It’s not as hard as it has been. I’m not as tired as I was before. And that is ultimately my biggest accomplishment of the last year. It happened so slowly that it was impossible to measure, but those tiny, seemingly-irrelevant moments added up—all those times that I decided to try again or try something new, instead of giving up and resigning myself to being unhappy. They added up to just enough confidence and competence and hope to allow me to take the next small step forward, and the next, and the next.
 And sometimes “victory” is going to look like making yourself a sandwich, or getting out of bed, or just staying alive long enough to see another day. Sometimes it looks like calling up a friend or family member who understands, because when you tell them you went to the grocery store today, you know they’ll be proud of you. Sometimes it looks like re-watching your favorite TV show for the fifth time, because you recognize that all you can do today is wait out the storm—and that’s okay.”
Celebrating the Small Steps on the Path to Healing

“I know you’re sad, so I won’t tell you to have a good day. Instead, I advise you to simply have a day. Stay alive, feed yourself well, wear comfortable clothes, and don’t give up on yourself just yet. It’ll get better. Until then, have a day.”
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Second image via A Certain Kind of Woman