Over the past few months my depression had returned, there have been good day and bad. On the good days I feel like I could take on the world and win.
However the flip side of this, are the bad days, days that blur into a fog. What most people don’t know is that I’ve become so used to these days, I have been able to hide my feelings behind a mask. This mask for some reason has become a default emotion.
When these days are upon me, even saying anything is a task. At the moment I’m kind of stable, my medication is suppressing the negative cognitions. There is still some turmoil going on.
For the last couple of weeks I’ve felt genuinely better.