Intensive care
'Moving on' so far has seemed something far from linear, but rather something akin to Snakes and Ladders. A misstep sends you back several lines, or potentially back to the beginning; I can say this from a place not far from square one. Snakes and Ladders is not a game of strategy, but one of luck. I'm not sure if moving on is the same - I hope not; I've tried some strategies but have been left here. I've just undertaken the most extreme strategy I can contemplate: complete isolation from the source. A ladder would be falling for someone else. That might be where the luck comes in.
I can feel great. I can believe I'm better. But it only takes three words to bring me to the brink of tears, and a poorly chosen fourth to take me down all together.
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Depression used to be something other people get. Over the last two days however, I've been at the mercy of my emotions. For someone who is generally quite calm and rational, it is ridiculous to be unable to defuse these things, but it is just so overpowering.
And suddenly I was lying on my bed last night feeling utterly grounded in reality, pleasantly still. What was that all about in the days before?? Where did it come from??
Oh well, shall I just enjoy the ride then?
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