The Quarterly

I tend not to update this bad boy a whole lot for fear of repeating myself and the same follies that are endemic to (mood) instability. In other words, the constancy of what I perceive to be a perpetual rut serves as the chief reason that I avoid writing. That said, my treatment team, most notably my Shrink Scott, and another social worker Sam (a female) with whom I worked for eight months or so, continually marveled at progress I have made (this progress is, of course, in comparison to the rest of their afflicted clientele). 

The way I see it, barely keeping my head above water is hardly cause for celebration, but then again things could always be worse. Scott and Sam continually applauded my efforts to put in the work necessary to improve across the board. Though most days my attitude hovers around a semi-depressive baseline and my physical energy seems to be nil (sometimes it feels like I'm glued to the bed, where today, I spent an all too common twelve hours) unless I'm forcing myself to work or the gym, minimal progress is better than no progress. 

When I take one step forward after taking several backwards (the seeming story of the last decade- now leaving me in the figurative red as far as net progress is concerned) it's important to remember that that step forward is better than stagnation, or worse yet further backsliding.