For the first time in ages, I’ve actually had almost a whole week of no depressive brain
fog. I’ve felt almost like my old happy, less anxious self again.
However, yesterday, the guilt started creeping in.
Am I faking being depressed?
Am I allowed this amount of happy days when I’m depressed?
Should I not be off sick from work still?
Instead of enjoying the good days, I allowed negative thoughts to creep back in and ruin them.
Then this morning I woke up and the depressive brain fog was back. It was almost like the depression was saying ‘I told ya so!You are depressed. You aren’t allowed to be happy’
Instead of enjoying the good days, I wasted them by feeling guilty.
Well, no more.
I’m gonna make the most of the good days.
I’m gonna live in the moment.
Depression will always be sitting on my shoulder, like the devil, but I will not let it stop me from enjoying the good days!