10 Little Reminders
I'm not always the best at appreciating myself. Right now, the effort is particularly heinous and exhausting. As I wait for a paycheck to cover the cost of an uninsured refill of brain medications, prescribed by a doctor I've never seen, but who's a friend of a friend, I think about how I'm a fortunate son-of-a-bitch. Sure, things are shit aren't great right now, but I could be off my meds entirely. I could still be addicted to opiates. I could still be homeless. I could still lack community, care, a sense of self, or confidence in my ever-shifting identity. But I don't. I've recovered enough to have built these things up in my life. With them, comes strength.
