Day: 41

am: morning perfectly normal, which only serves to highlight the last couple days--to know what is a disease of the brain and what of the mind becomes difficult and, to some extent, there seems to be some connection between the two as if one feeds the other--on good days, like today, I must remind myself that the real work is on the bad days and to remind myself that despair will work against any and all effort--that in these moments of darkness I must create that separation that allows me to stand outside of disease, to know there is a part of me the disease cannot touch--or so this is what I tell myself--on good days--to remember on bad days--because, on bad days, I won't believe it