Victory is sometimes only seen with a squint.
A puppy-like cock of the head, a tentative lean forward, a curious poke of it with a stick. Sometimes even then victory is not easily declared.
In daily battles with mental illness, oftentimes, a victory must be taken wholly on faith. These are the hardest to celebrate. These are the hardest to share. For how can you reasonably tout, “This time, I didn’t have to hide behind the chair. This time, I only had to curl up on the couch for a few hours to see me through the panic?”…
Hmm. It seems I just did. I think I’ll allow myself a smile at that.
Bottom line: Tout. Sometimes that’s a victory in itself.