Thanks to this journal and some maturation, I know exactly what's behind these trivial bouts of the blues, and I know exactly why I shouldn't be upset. Alas, I still
am.
No matter how much you know you have going for you, you still have these little periods of self-deprecation and self pity. Perhaps it's old insecurities coming back to nip you in the ass. Maybe you never got rid of them to begin with.
Regardless, in these moment of extreme frigidity, you realize how secure and warm your mental condition was before, and didn't realize it. Who knows whether you'll reminiscence on this cold moment from an even colder moment and wish you were here to bask in the weak, but still existent rays of your mental health.
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