It was hard to see improvements for me but I knew I had to hold on.
I remember about four months in it felt like I had tried to swim across a lake that was a bit to far for me. I'm not yet halfway and the continuing trek seems impossible but I turn and look back to shore and see nothing but a nasty storm brewing that would surely mean I can't make it back. It left me with nothing to do but keep my head down and push on. Now 11 months in I feel close enough to the other side that I have confidence in myself, feel good about myself and am being lead by the satisfaction of beating this thing that has so much control over my life/thoughts/emotions.
It's hard to see the positive sometimes, I just remind myself to keep my head down and it'll pass.
It's good that you are recognizing these things now. One month is a long long time. The two month mark gave me trouble and I failed on it three times. That made me realize exactly how long two months is. Don't make my mistakes!