He woke up with a smile, got himself ready for school, and we had a pleasant and heartfelt conversation on the drive. We talked about goals, learning, vocation, and relationships. He laughed at my jokes and gave me a kiss before he jumped out of the car. A few years ago, this type of morning would have lulled me in to thinking the bad moments had been a phase, or maybe even exaggerated by my imagination. This wishful (magical?) thinking simply set me up for painful heartbreak when symptoms eventually re-emerged.
Today, I am recognizing a happy and contented moment within the context of the larger picture of mental health challenges. And it feels great.