2009-11-01
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i've been talking to myself lately. particularly in these moments where intense depression washes over me and my mind begins to read its laundry list of things that aren't going to plan. so much is wrong, it tells me...everything you hope for is never going to happen, it says.
but then this positive voice begins fighting back. like some delusional, eternal optimist, it tries to find comfort in things my mind finds rather trivial: my warm apartment, the refrigerator full of food, family and friends who love me...
there's no clear victor yet, but sometimes it's just enough to have the smallest sense of hope about finding a silver lining in this grey cloud that's been surrounding me.
revisions at 7:58 a.m.