on the bad days:
it hurts even worse on the bad days to see that other people can romanticise their mood – there is nothing creative, nothing beautiful or poignant and no lesson to be learned from my misery. it simply wallows and I wallow in it, until I can summon the strength to grab a shovel and start digging my way out.
on the good days:
Small But stressed out 
Great post 🙂
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