Again

August 24th, 2018

It’s here again.

That feeling of absolute dread. I can’t concentrate on my work. A feeling of all is lost and misery. That nothing I do matters.

But I’m on it this time. I recognize it and I’m doing something different.

I’m pushing through.

I’m going to do everything differently. Regardless of what my mind is telling me, I am going to do everything directly opposite. I’m sick of being a slave to this monthly suicidal inclination.