I am determined to stay happy. Life has taken a turn for the worst of late, and all of the control I thought I had in my world has ceased to exist in a convenient little puff of cartoon smoke. [Okay, maybe without the actual cartoon smoke puff, but work with me here...this is a happy post.]
The plan? Simple. Keep in contact with my friends - I swear, all of my close friends are having really wonderful weeks right now. And I'm determined to use their joy as a catalyst for my own happy moods instead of getting depressed and wishing I could be that happy. It's all about perspective. [Well, that and a good dose of sobbing over the past 2 days which has wiped out my ability to A) cry anymore and B) continue to feel sad from sheer exhaustion. Crying takes a lot out of ya!]
This week I have to:
- admit defeat and many mistakes in an ailing roommate situation [I hate it when I'm not perfect and can't just blame it all on the other person]
- pack my apartment and move out this weekend [unplanned moving trips are the best, really]
- most likely get an up in my meds [oh joy]
- figure out where I'm going to live next while squatting at a friends for a few weeks [my friends are amazing, truly amazing]
But, I'm determined to stay happy. Through all this chaos, I need a rallying cry, a light to follow, a steady grip to hold on to. I've decided that it will be happiness. It will clear my head, help me be more patient, and let me laugh through the inevitably difficult next couple of days.
To happiness I go! Who's with me?
I am an everyday person. A face in the crowd. Perhaps you've even passed me on the street. And I have depression. This is a collection of my experiences coping with depression on a daily basis. A chronicle of the life of my depression, if you will. But it is also a forum through which I fight current social stigmas and taboos about depression and mental illness. Please comment and share with the world out there. It's important.
About Me
- Nina
- I'm an avid swing dancer, a proud Minnesotan by birth, and I've got a soft spot for Boston. I love anything British, used bookstores, and delicious smells emanating from the kitchen.
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