One of the things I’ve known most of my life, but am really realizing lately is that, with depression and anxiety, when they’re chronic issues, make some days really good, and other days really bad.
Yesterday was a very, very good day. I took my second knitting class, made a quick trip up to my brother’s house to get a dryer to replace our broken machine, and enjoyed Sunday Night Football.
I was feeling very good about progress and my life and my health, and something happened overnight that just killed it all. I’ve had a terrible day, had a hard time getting out of bed, trouble talking to my therapist at my appointment, and have started panicking about my health again.
I don’t really understand why my brain can’t just rely on the fact that I’m getting regular checkups and screenings. I hate living like this.
The lesson to be learned here, I suppose, is that the mantra of “This Too Shall Pass” is something that should be taken to heart-you will, as they told me in the hospital, have another happy day. (That’s my biggest fear-that I’ll never have another happy day.)
And I really try to live by that mantra, and am doing better with it.
But I guess I shouldn’t be at all surprised at the bad days that happen.
This too shall pass. Be it fear, panic, or crippling depression. This too shall pass.
