i celebrate the fact that i was able to sleep. i am grateful to have rested my mind and my body.
i celebrate the fact that i can get out of bed. i can open my eyes, sit up and put my feet on the ground. i can will myself to leave the comfort of my covers.
i celebrate ironing. it means that i have energy, that i am taking care of my physical appearance.
i celebrate walking my dog in the morning. it gets me moving around. i can connect with nature. i am caring for my pet.
i celebrate the moment when i get out of my car and walk into work. i have the courage to face my fears of failure. i believe in myself, even if only a little. i am willing to try.
i celebrate my ability to focus and listen at work. you can’t see the depression that is sitting on my shoulder, whispering in my ear. or the anxiety that is screaming in the other. it is hard to pay attention, it’s hard to tune them out. but i can do it.
i celebrate my laughter. i appreciate how a laugh can burst out of me without my thinking about it. my sense of humor is still there within me. though the depression pushes it down, my laughter pushes back.
i celebrate going grocery shopping. i am planning, thinking ahead, making healthy choices. i am branching out, being creative.
i celebrate cleaning my home. chores can be so overwhelming but i know that cleaning will help me feel more relaxed and confident.
i celebrate exercising. i have enough energy to push myself and physical activity is good for my mental health.
i celebrate my ability to reach out for support. if i feel really bad or unsafe, i always call someone i trust and ask for help. i fight the urge to isolate myself.
i celebrate my tears. crying is a way of expressing emotions that words alone can’t describe. i allow myself to cry. i allow myself to feel sadness.
i celebrate the moment i lay my head down at night. i did it. i did it. i made it through another day. i pushed, i worked, i tried.
i celebrate the small victories of life with depression.