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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.