I’ve had a couple of reasonable weeks so I haven’t felt the need to write. I have written some things but they are too personal to post so remain lodged in my notebook.
For some reason just before the weekend my mood changed. No trigger, no warning as usual. Now I’m stuck in that familiar pit that feels never ending. I’m questioning my relationships with people, forgetting what’s real. I should be happy right now, everything is going ok. No particular stressors. So why does my brain think it’s all going to shit?
The sun is shining, it’s warm, there’s every reason to be happy. But I know there’s something missing and it’s killing me.
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