Embrace your illness. With every cell that dies, a new one is born. Here's your chance at rebirth. What prevents growth is an unwillingness to change, to cling stubbornly to the old patterns of thought and activity, to grasp at the faint ghost of who you thought you should be, instead of the new, smarter, more worldly-wise individual you've become. Nostalgia should be left to others who mourn the loss of the old you they felt they knew and could possibly control. Leave them to wrestle with the disappointment that you no longer respond to their manipulation, intended or not. Instead, re-introduce yourself to the advancing world as an eager member of it, thirsty to test yourself, and hungry for new challenges.
