I suppose it should be called a slump. At first I thought that might be a bit harsh, but I think that's what it is. When life was manageable, I agreed resilience was the determination to bounce back after a setback. As a general principle, it is. However my challenges shifted from issues I could control if not overcome to matters over which I have little if any control. A slump in my spirit was inevitable and like malaria raises its ugly head...frequently. I'm learning to listen to a new resilience ‘guide book’ that connects with those of us acquainted with chronically painful conditions and the effects on their hosts. 

This new ‘guide book’ makes expectations of us. As it should. It is different in that it recognises what we can and can't do. For me, a longing to drive my car (but don't) now I'm legally blind. Then there's accepting half a day at a time is okay because it has to be. Advancing arthritis sees to that. I have lived by the old ‘guide book’ with able bodied expectations for a long time. Present circumstances force changes whether or not I want that.

I understand resilience more clearly by the example of those who try rising each morning to do the best they can with what they've got on the day. And nobody except family or a carer really appreciates the price that's paid. Such courage is wonderfully infectious.