It doesn’t always make sense, but I suppose depression and anxiety aren’t supposed to make sense, listen to reason, or follow any kind of logic.
Some mornings, I wake up, and I feel unsettled. Worried. That’s what happened today.
But then something different happened. I questioned why. Why did I feel anxious, nervous, fearful? Normally, I am engulfed in the fear when this happens. It feels urgent and eternal.
Not today. This morning, today, I [somehow] broke through it. It dawned on me — what Dr. Jasmine told me — I am not my depressed brain. It’s starting to click – all this work we are doing in the weekly therapy sessions. All of the work I do between each week’s session.
[In response to the Daily Prompt: Urgent]
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