I am thankful for my depression having eased, the sun is out and I'm feeling better. Tomorrow doesn't seem all gloomy.
That I'm coping in therapy, and that even though I've had physical memories of being raped all week, I'm coping. I'm not falling apart, and even though I've been crying it doesn't feel overwhelming, but rather acceptance of something I really didn't want to admit was true. I feel like I'm on the way up, rather than on the way to hell.
I'm grateful that the rest of my life is good, my family is healthy, my job is great and keeps me sane by taking my mind off things, and keeps me from obsessing.
I'm grateful that I have a beautiful son and husband, that make me want to live and fill my life with happiness and help me to find enjoyment when things seem bleak,