When my illness hit me four years ago, I was sure that it was temporary. I knew in my mind that in time, I would be back to perfect health without any worries. But as time went on, I only saw the opposite happen. And even when I was 100 pounds, I still felt that complete wellness was possible. I always prided myself on my optimism through periods that would break many people in half.
No, it doesn't mean that I'll ever quit trying to get my health back. But I have to accept who I am, in both body and soul. I could get caught up waiting forever to go back to school and get a "normal" job. Instead, I have to recognize what my resources are in the state of health that I'm currently in. It does me no good to keep thinking about someday, when someday never comes. So I plan on embracing the things that I CAN do. Hopefully, it's enough to allow me to live a good life.