Recently it's been hard for me to keep going as of late, but I always tell myself that if there's one thing that I would love more than anything, it's to see my sufferer grow and one day, be happy. Although that time may be way far off or few in between, it's that hope that somehow keeps me going at times, even if it's unrealistic and her PTSD will most likely follow her through her whole life, I cherish the few moments where I see her happy and enjoying herself. I don't know why, it just brings me hope for some reason. A weird concept, but it really does.
Honestly, when things get rough, I'm grateful for my boyfriend's existence. He tends to drag me out of emotional hell when my sufferer becomes symptomatic and he allows me to vent and be myself. It's nice to have someone support me while I'm supporting someone else - it can get really hard. He reminds me to take care of myself and to get out of the house too, which I unfortunately tend to forget in getting caught up in taking care of my sufferer, so I'm very grateful he's there for me. :)