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I& #39;ve found that when I& #39;m going through difficult times my brain doesn& #39;t do "happy." A lack of positive emotions for several days on end often leads to feeling hopeless and helpless, which I usually take as truth rather than symptoms of depression.
The only relief I& #39;ve managed to find is through drinking (which may explain why so many of my ancestors were alcoholics).
I just wanted to talk about this because it& #39;s a common trap I fall into around stressful events (tax season, anniversaries of deaths, significant loss of income etc.), and I& #39;m just NOW realizing how it repetitively plays out after struggling with this issue for decades.
I want to make a renewed effort to see my anxiety disorder for what it is; a mental illness that magnifies already difficult, stressful times.
And when my illness lies and tells me that life is impossible, that I am too weak to handle it, or what I will never feel okay again, I will make an effort to look back at this time and remember that while I can& #39;t help that I live with mental illnesses...
I CAN be more vigilant about recognizing the symptoms and do my best to ride it out.
Life proves over and over; there WILL be good times again. There will. And the guarantee of that is worth crawling through your hell for, I promise.
Life proves over and over; there WILL be good times again. There will. And the guarantee of that is worth crawling through your hell for, I promise.
