I was reading a blog post written by my friend Courtney tonight, and she just reminded me of how there is victory not only in the big things, but in the little things too.
I've been so focused on the things I can't do, the things I've lost, all the negative things, and tonight I was just reminded of how much of what I am doing right now is a victory.
I'm eating when a few years ago they thought I never would.
I'm going to 'regular school' this year for the first time since grade 7.
I'm walking and talking and awake when I never should have been.
I've met the most amazing people because of being sick, people who continue to inspire me every single day, and are there to pick me up when I fall.
It's so easy to take the little things for granted. When life is one big battle and winning doesn't even seem possible, it's so easy to forget all these little victories, the things they said I could never do and that i am doing.
When I was at my doctor's on Friday, He told me that I could do whatever i wanted to do, that each step I'm taking is a small victory and to not let my conditions or having GSD or having Dysautonomia hold me back.
It's in the small victories where the battle is won. It's so easy to look over the things that seem so little because there is so many hard things, but these things really are victories, little battles that I keep winning day after day.
The fact that I am here is a victory, a battle I have won. The fact that I am eating is a battle I have won. The fact that I am able to go back to school this year (even part time) is another small victory.
It's not in the big things that the battle is won, but in the small victories.