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Date: 14 November 2008 10:51:24
How strange that, when I'm depressed, I feel as though I will never be happy again (and never have been), but, when I'm start to pick up in mood, I'm convinced I'll never be depressed again. Over the last few days I have been steadily coming out of the greyness that had swamped me for weeks, if not months, and feeling as if the sun has come out again (which, indeed, it has - I often wonder how much my mood is dependent on the weather). And of course I think that with only some small adjustments in my lifestyle, I can manage to maintain a positive mood all the time, and be that super-efficient person I want to be.
Reality is that I will probably always get depressed, and that I will certainly, like anyone else, have good days and bad days. And I will never be that super-efficient person, and need to learn to live with the procrastinating, muddled person I am. Sigh..