It was 3 a.m. and my thoughts wouldn’t let me sleep. I tossed and turned, and nothing but my thoughts happened. At the time I didn’t know what was wrong so I got up and took my journal and a pen. And then, as I started writing, I realized I’m going down the black hole. Again.
January 13, 2019.
I haven’t had a positive thought in my mind for so long.
I can’t remember since when. Maybe it’s been a few weeks already. I thought I was fine. I’m not anxious, nor depressed, but then why has my everyday been the same: a storm of endless worries and negative views about myself and others.
I’m back to self-destruct mode.
I’m living just to see myself constantly fail and rejoice in the fact that I deserve it. This is my mind every day even BEFORE opening my eyelids:
RELAX, COÑO, RELAX!
*cries a little*
Every. Single. Day. They come and go quickly, giving me no time to catch them and invalidate them. They just go ahead and enter my mind without permission, choose a corner and later on randomly decide to run around and poke my brain everywhere they please. I can’t catch them….not yet.
I’d give all my possessions to live a day when I don’t have a negative thought about myself or the world around me. Everything. I am just so tired.
I went back to bed, and surprisingly got a decent amount of sleep. I’m aware none of it it’s true and that was only my tired mind under stress and premenstrual dysphoric disorder on top of my high-functioning depression.
I will be fine, again. Because nothing my depressive mind wants me to think has an inch of truth in it. 🙂
Stay aware, pineapples!