“Life’s blows cannot break a person whose spirit is warmed by the fire of enthusiasm.” ~Norman Vincent Peale
I truly believe that one of the things that has gotten me through the toughest of times is my desire to be inspired. No matter what I’m doing, I try to dedicate my whole self to it. When I’m writing this blog, I try to pour my heart out to all of you. When I watch television, I make sure that it is something that I truly enjoy and can get lost in, as opposed to just background noise. When I’m in pain and feeling down, I search for things that can get me even remotely excited about anything in life again. In the midst of major depression, it’s incredibly hard to do this. I’m lucky to have found a medication that alleviates some of that apathy. Mostly though, it’s something that I’ve had to make into a habit. I believe that happiness is not just something that occurs, but instead is something to be worked at.
My years of therapy have shown me that it is possible to be easier on myself, and to go after things that I’m interested in, while being okay with making mistakes. I used to be a perfectionist, and if it wasn’t something that I could perfect within a short time frame, it wasn’t something that I was going to put perfectly good energy towards. Now that my energy is a more sparse commodity, I like to put it towards the things that make me happy. For instance, I love working in my art journal, even though I know I’m not the best at drawing. However, when I look back to my last two years worth of work, I notice a HUGE improvement in the quality of my art. I still have a long way to go, but I’m enjoying the process of getting there. Plus, I never get sick of looking for inspiration, especially when something as wonderful as the Internet exists. The point is…it makes me happy. I’ve finally learned to do things that make me happy. When I need to do things that I don’t find so enjoyable, I try to find ways to make it more bearable for myself.
I may have many illnesses that make life troublesome, but my enthusiasm for life has grown (mind you, I think that is in large part to having medication that takes the edge off, as it’s hard to have enthusiasm for life when you are constantly in pain!). In the process of making peace with being ill, I’ve learned to stop and hypothetically (as I’ve entirely lost my sense of smell…) smell the roses along the way. The little things in life have become the big things. Don’t get me wrong…I still mourn the loss of the major milestones in life that I am not getting to experience – but I don’t seem to have much of a choice in the matter in that regard.
Have you noticed that becoming ill has made you savor life’s little gifts more than you did when you were healthier?

xoxo,
Annie