Being alive. Being able to feel pain and grief. Knowing depression makes my thinking f*cked up. Knowing that recovery from MDD and PTSD is possible, 'cuz I've done it before. Even if it takes me a long time. Even if it takes me the rest of my life.
Having a body. Having a body with aches and pains I know how to live with. Having a body that does amazing, extraordinary work to keep itself going.
Having a job. Having a job that is flexible, with a private office, a great team, and a supportive boss. Makes having FBs and dissociating and crying jags at work much more bearable.
My wife, whom I've been with for half my lifetime. Myself, for having had the clarity of mind and the chutzpah to leave abusive K to start a new relationship with L that everyone said wouldn't last. 23+ years later, living well really IS the best revenge.
Having the kids back in our lives again. For being able to be around their achingly tiny, young, vulnerable, innocent little selves without always falling to pieces (at least, not in front of them.)
For my T, and my whole treatment team at KP.