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I think a lot of us here really don’t give ourselves enough credit, myself included, more often than I’d like to admit.

Whether you’re dealing with mental health struggles, physical illness, or both, it goes without saying that these things actively affect your day-to-day life. But where do you draw the line between being unmotivated and just being overwhelmed? Between being lazy and being burnt out by something no one else can see?

For me, it’s taken a long time to become as productive as I am now, and I’m still fighting my demons daily. The only reason I’ve been able to keep going is because of everything I’ve been through, and a few outside motivators who remind me why I’m doing this.

Still, I find myself comparing my progress to people who aren’t dealing with the same things I am. People with different bodies, different brains, different realities. People who wake up every morning without chronic pain, without anxiety spirals, without trauma flashbacks. People who move through life without needing to convince themselves to get out of bed.

And we can’t do that to ourselves.

Holding yourself to the “average” standard when you’re living through an unaverage life? That’s not just unkind. It’s destructive.

I’ve said this before, maybe on here, maybe in one of my poems, but we were each given our own sets of eyes, our own brains, and our own hearts, to see, process, and feel the world around us, including our struggles. So of course we’ll process it differently. Of course it’ll take more effort. Of course our wins might look different.

But if you’re still here, still fighting, still building the life you should have had all along, you’re already winning. Every single day you try, you succeed in a way most people will never understand.

If you’re depressed, you can’t expect yourself to accomplish everything in a day that someone without depression can. And if they were suddenly dropped into your world? Into your body, your pain, your noise? They’d likely be in the same boat you are. Maybe worse.

If you’re someone living with chronic illness, fibromyalgia, endometriosis, cancer, autoimmune conditions, you can’t hold yourself to the same productivity standards as someone who isn’t in constant pain. The truth is, many of those people you’re comparing yourself to? They might not last a week in your shoes. But here you are, still moving. Still loving. Still showing up, even when it hurts.

You’re not sinking. You’re swimming through something most people will never even have to wade through.

My partner suffers from fibromyalgia, endometriosis, and depression. All while being a mom. And I’ve watched her do an incredible job not letting any of her pain show. You’d never know how much she’s battling behind the scenes. She never takes it out on others, not even when I’ve joked too much or said something I shouldn’t have. She loves unconditionally. She supports everyone around her.

And as a mom? She’s the best I’ve ever seen. No bias, I thought that before I ever fell in love with her. Even she compares herself to others sometimes. Even she wonders if she’s doing enough. Meanwhile, she’s doing more than most people could even imagine with her health conditions, never mind without them.

She’s my hero, and I’m writing this for her. But I’m also writing it for you.

You might not see it, but someone out there thinks you’re their hero too. Someone out there sees the strength you don’t acknowledge in yourself. So give yourself more credit. You’re not falling behind, you’re carrying more weight than most people ever will, and you’re still walking.

You are not lazy. You are not weak. You are not failing.

You are going above and beyond with the cards you were dealt. You are doing more than the best you can. And it counts.

Be kind to others, but remember to stop to be kind to yourself too, even if it’s just for a moment.

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By Linda Athanasiadou

During cancer treatment, not all days are created equal. Some are swallowed by fatigue, nausea, or emotional heaviness. But then—sometimes without warning—a good day comes. Maybe your body feels lighter. Maybe your mind is clearer. Maybe, for a few precious hours, you feel like yourself again. Those days are gifts. And over time, I learned how to make the most of them, without pressure or guilt.

At first, I felt this strange urgency to “use” my good days productively. I’d make long to-do lists, try to clean the house, answer every message, and catch up on work. But more often than not, I’d end the day exhausted, frustrated, and with a sense that I’d wasted something rare. I eventually realized that “making the most” of a good day doesn’t mean doing everything. It means doing something that truly nourishes you.

Some days that meant going outside and letting the sun touch my skin. Other times it meant meeting a friend for coffee or cooking a meal that made me feel human again. Sometimes it was as simple as putting on real clothes, taking a slow walk, or listening to music that made me cry in a good way. It wasn’t about achieving. It was about reconnecting—with joy, with presence, with a piece of life outside illness.

What helped most was letting go of the idea that I had to earn joy. That I had to “deserve” rest, laughter, or even distraction. Cancer has a way of making life feel like it's on pause, but good days reminded me that life was still happening—and I had permission to experience it.

I also found it helpful to stay flexible. A good morning didn’t always mean a good afternoon. I learned to adjust without disappointment. Planning something small, with room for rest, helped me feel in control without pushing myself too hard. And if the day stayed good from start to finish? That felt like a little miracle.

Good days during treatment are a kind of medicine too. They restore your spirit, not just your body. They give you hope and remind you that you’re more than a patient. You’re still you.

No matter what your good day looks like, make space for it. Savor it. Let it carry you a little further on the hard days that follow. That’s not just surviving—that’s living.

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