The Calm after the Storm

One thing I have learned about Schizophrenia... and I said learned, not mastered... is to go with the flow... and make the most of the good days. After an episode where life is lived on the edge... with concern, doubt, self preservation and grief... usually comes a most awesome sense of calm. This is the time where I really have my partner. Where I feel most loved and where we can be together to catch up on the time that was stolen from us yet again. While nothing takes the pain we may have just endured away... it restores a sense of faith and belonging. What a wonderful weekend we have just had! Time with the kids, a hockey game with a bunch of their friends, alone time together... great chats. Oh and a brand new job for my darling hubby :) I suppose that it teaches me not to take a good day for granted. I could have done other things... but this weekend was best spent with my other half and our family. We deserve this whenever we can get it. The universe is not always fair, I cannot change that. No amount of sulking or tantrums will make it any different. Much like any other illness, we cling to the good days and try not to think about the bad ones ahead. I am happily surrounded by the guitar strumming echoeing throughout my house, by the hugs that only one person on this planet could really give and going to accept all of his loving gestures without resentment today. I will embrace the opportunity to coparent, smile just because, listen to his ideas, tell him how proud I am to be his wife and be thankful for the calm that comes after the storm. Remember when we turn another corner... I love you even when you are not looking ♥