A Good Day

One of the things that I struggle with is a good day.  This may be because I had depression for so long, I struggle to recognise, trust, feel happiness.

I find a good day to be as stressful as a miserable one.

I also know that it will not last.

My problems tend to come rushing back the next day.


I know from experience that happiness will be short-lived.

The next day, I feel disappointed because all the old familiar feelings have returned.


I believe that this is part of Recovery for me. This is part of my journey.


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