Some days remain a greater challenge than others. Every once in awhile I'll wake up, feeling down or even paranoid, like today. I can feel how that thinking taints my life now, intimately aware that it's occurring. It's disconcerting because it still seems to just creep into my thoughts sometimes, like a bodily reflex. I used to descend downward because of the anxiety, now I sometimes feel down because I've let it come back for a moment, a momentary failure, and I know I shouldn't be doing that to myself.
Eventually I pull out of it, and it's always faster and far more controlled than the process previous to medication. I hate involuntarily assuming the worst, because I'm an optimist at heart. I surround myself with good people and good things, and why should I waste my time thinking about
what I
would do if I were betrayed, or if everything went to hell today? I don't want to live like that. I did that for far too long. It's exhausting and wasteful.
I've found more and more that talking it out helps, like it helps to validate and catalogue what I'm feeling, and helps me to see just how good things are. My therapist is the best one for that, but I need to do it more often and with more people; therapy isn't free, but friends' ears are!
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