A Peek Inside My Mind (I'm So Sorry)
There is a terrible, terrible stage in my depression (unsure about others) where I have attained a very precarious balance and I am mostly okay, or would be if I kept my eyes on my own plate, so to speak, because I am most dreadfully prone to the most heinous kind of jealousy if not (this entire post will NOT be in the writing manner of an eighteenth century spinster's diary, I promise. I hope). With every book or blog post or Facebook status I read, I feel like everyone I know has navigated their life better, like every decision I made has been disastrous, like HOW did I not know that was how I should have done it all? All the sports I didn't learn, all the trips I didn't take, all the languages I didn't speak, all the children I didn't have, all the avocados I let go mushy. It's not that it really gets dug in anymore, because I know what's happening, but it is frightfully unpleasant (what is wrong with me) in the moment. This morning I woke up naturally (...