The last few weeks have seen depression creeping up on me again. It culminated on the weekend when I complained that ‘nothing felt exciting anymore’.
Last night, after watching ‘Under the Dome’, my partner said I needed my own personal dome, with only me and my happy thoughts in it.
This morning, after finally getting a decent night’s sleep, I realised he was right.
Over the summer holidays I was feeling good. I’d managed to get my first book (which I see as more of a personal project) out into the world, and was working on the launch of the next one. I was enjoying my days and was generally in a good place. I looked forward to the future.
It was me and my happy thoughts. The thoughts that told me life was good, and would get even better. The thoughts that told me I am enough; that I am and will continue to be successful. The thoughts that were, perhaps, slightly delusional but kept me going.
Time to bring the bubble back 😉