Improvement or Adjustment?

Every year the oil companies play us for a fool, and it turns out, they're right. A few years ago, the price of gasoline went up to around $4/gallon. The American public was outraged, but unfortunately not outraged enough to reduce spending. Fortunately, by the end of the summer prices had dropped to the low $2's, and we were content again. And then the "slight of hand".

We were happy, so when prices started to climb, as long as they below the "old' high, we're ok. Look at it this way;

    Tomorrows price is high today,

but tomorrow it becomes

    todays price, so we adjust

 and are comfortable with it

 ... and on, and on, and on.

And so it goes with life ... right before our eyes, yet we fail to see it. The longer I have mental illness, the more used to the symptoms and problems I become. After they become "usual", and a part of my daily life, they become my new "normal" or baseline.  Again, from today's perspective, the tomorrow me is odd. But tomorrow, that me is the new me, and not seem as odd at all.

That's where I find myself now. I'm not so much getting better as I am adjusting to the many problems I face daily. I have good days and bad days, but that point between the good and bad drops lower and lower. This isn't a revelation, its just the way it is. I am simply putting a "face to a name".