I was so proud of myself last night.

I finished my last dose of last month’s medication regimen.

For all of my independence, I have struggled in some ways with understanding the necessities of taking my medicine.

Six weeks ago, I discovered that it’s a necessity, no matter what.

Sometimes it was a struggle.

But I did it.

I did it because I know it provides me the quality of life I desire to have.

Something so simple to do, yet for years I struggled.

Now I understand that it’s a part of my mental health treatment such as therapy or any other modality.

I’m seeing the progress I’m making and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Yes they’ve got side effects, but they’re manageable and don’t affect me.

The past is the past. It was quite a learning experience.

But we carry on.

Sometimes it’s the little things.