Six months came and gone just like that. Now I am in my 32nd month. No, I am not counting anymore. I just take a day at a time and do what I can for the day. I am not even going to do my best because that would put a lot of stress on me. Some days, I will be at my best and other days, I am less than best. And it's OK. Since I have accepted myself for what I am, I can accept for some days, I will be very positive and for other days, I am less than positive. There are no expectations. This way, I feel I can live my life freely and not be a burden to anyone.
As for therapies, I do spent sometime looking for them but not at the pace I did before. I have accepted that they may not be any therapy that maybe suitable for me. I can accept that. When that happens, I am prepared to live out my remaining life without any therapy. I have accepted my life for whatever it brings, I will savor every moment that I have. And that in everything I do daily, no matter how insignificant it is, there are moments of happiness.