I actually woke up this morning thinking I'd arrived. I'm well...even if still disabled by conventional standards. From the outside looking in I'd be perceived as ill in many regards. I have many practical limitations. I remain unable to make most commitments that most people take for granted, for example. Also, I need a lot of support to manage what might be called activities of daily living. All the critically mundane tasks one must get done to survive. I need help. But from my standpoint I'm well. I'm in touch with what I need to do to live consciously...that is being well as far as I'm concerned. I know what I need and I know what sort of boundaries and limits I need to make for myself. I am privileged to have certain critical supports I need. Other needs remain unmet. We are stretched to the max financially and emotionally. The razor's edge follows me everywhere. Not having society or extended family support in a family of two with one member disabled is rough. And given it feels impossible sometimes, I'm always thinking of those who have far less than I do. Still knowing what I know...this is good stuff.