It hit me this morning. I’m always just a moment away from depression. Not major depression – just a hint; on the borderline. I’m certainly not sunshine.
Maybe waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Maybe thinking the worst first.
Maybe missing people too much.
Maybe playing shoulda/woulda/coulda’s.
Maybe judging myself too harshly.
Maybe rehashing the bad stuff, rather than relishing the good stuff.
I run Dark.