I have a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. I’m thankful that my health has been fairly stable for the past 6 months. I’m thankful that I believe I’ve found the missing piece with Deplin. I’m thankful that I no longer feel like I’m dragging my ass around constantly. I ran errands for 6 hours yesterday without getting fatigued. I’m thankful I have energy to cook a meal after a long workday. I’m thankful that I’m getting appropriate sleep almost every night. I’m thankful that I’m not so doped up from meds in the morning that I fall asleep during my drive to work. I’m thankful I don’t have to nap in my car during lunch to make it through the day. I’m thankful that I can cope with everyday stresses without panicking. I’m thankful that I don’t have to take vacation time just to rest because I’m so exhausted. I’m thankful that I no longer live in fear of going into psychosis during a work meeting again. I’m thankful that I don’t constantly worry about losing my job because of my illness. I’m thankful that I can think clearly enough to perform my job and be productive every day. Hell I’m thankful that I don’t get lost driving home at night because that has actually happened before because my brain was so scattered. I’m thankful I don’t spend my weekends curled up in my bed. I’m thankful that I don’t spend hours staring off into space while my mind races frantically from one thought to the next. I’m thankful that I don’t cry for hours for no reason. I’ve come a long way since that Thanksgiving in 2008 when I enjoyed my turkey while having serious delusions at the dinner table. A long way. Life is good.