I sometimes feel that I write too often about sickness, endurance, and healing. When will the illness, the writing about the illness, end? What will the resolution be? Will there be a resolution? Can there be? Then I remember that sickness, endurance, and healing are what this blog series is all about. It’s only natural that sickness should rear its malformed, energy-sucking, laughing head every once in a while.
I’ve had the sensation lately of reaching for an unreachable summit, a height so unattainable it exceeds my vision. I feel as if I’ve tried everything and exhausted all of my options. I’ve tried therapy, medication, meditation, exercise, yoga, sunlamps, journals — the list goes on. But, like I’ve mentioned in previous posts, mental illnesses and many other sicknesses are never resolved easily, and it is only patience and endurance that create healing.
But, even if I can’t find a resolution to this illness, I can find firm resolution within myself that I will keep pushing onward, searching, and keeping faith. I have not finished with this world yet.
The passing of each day means movement and the nearing of change. Each day is a victory. Don’t forget your victories. Don’t underrate them. Without them, without our small, daily triumphs, we have nothing but the darkness behind our eyeballs, the swollen sockets fidgeting restlessly in the corners of our brains.
If you have a reason to keep living, whether it be big or small, simple or complex, send it with a photo and a brief explanation to firstname.lastname@example.org. Your photo and writing will be featured on the Amber Typewriter in weeks to come!
Read the original post of 101 Reasons to Keep Living to discover the genesis of this project.