There are days the thing that keeps me going is:
The guy at Panera who remembers me and always makes sure I get the extra pickles I request when I pick up my dinner on Thursdays.
My therapist sending me a postcard when he goes out of state.
The clerk at the post office remembering my name.
My friend who makes the effort to reply to my long emails, even if it's just a couple sentences.
The little things you do for others might feel more of a difference than you know. As someone who feels forgotten and invisible most of the time, I appreciate every single person who takes the time to do a small kindness.