I don’t know if it’s unregulated emotions or what but every so often this feeling that it’s all going to be alright absolutely washes over me. There’s no rhyme or reason to it just this sense that authenticity is the way, truth and love and all of it.

I think this is what’s making me aware that this isn’t my Swamp, this isn’t my Depression… or even Depression at all because I don’t recall this rolling positivity whilst being sucked into the muddy despondent slough of greyness. Maybe Sertraline wouldn’t help at this point because I’ve climbed out more than I think I have?

I don’t know, I guess just trust in the process of living and the people involved and it’s going to be ok. This whole thing, this life, this year isn’t going to be like I thought but it’s going to be ok.

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