Resolution...in every sense

Two thousand thirteen is almost at an end. The year started on a rocky note, and is dying with the knowledge of my affliction. I'm still trying to come up with a resolution, if not a few resolutions. Now that I've gained some presence of mind, I'm not sure what I should resolve in 2014.
I do understand that I've made a few so far, with my diagnosis. I am resolving to continue my treatment, to further regain a quality of life, and to not let schizophrenia drag me down. No suicidal ideations, no self-imposed obstacles, and no excuses are what constitute my resolutions for the New Year.
Then again, resolution is almost as much a descriptor as it is a noun...