.small victories are still victories.

This past week, I went to work, on time, every day.  Monday - Friday; 8:00 - 4:30.  Every single day.  I know to most people that seems like nothing.  They do it every day; every week and don't think twice about it.  I honestly can not tell you the last time I worked an entire week.  I would either go in late one or two days or miss a day completely. 

One may think how can a person be happy that they were able to work for an entire week?  A day off; a few hours off every week would be wonderful.  But it's not.  Not when it's out of your control.  Not when you're home in bed; medicated; hurting.  Not when life is passing you by. 

Those who suffer an invisible illness lay at home in bed wishing they could get up and go to work; while those at work wish they could go home and go to bed.

Sometimes life is indeed backwards.