I’m used to life being a bit of a pain. Struggling on through times of depression, where I just want to hide in my room and cry. I feel sorry for myself and just mope around. And then I feel bad for feeling bad. It is a vicious circle.
But recently, a lot of the pressure has been lifted off me, mentally. Which is strange, because I should be stressed out right now, with work and things. But I’m not. I am completely chilled. That is very unusual for me. I in fact almost feel like I am lost in a dream. I think it’s because it may feel like I am not dealing with reality. But I am working away, I have paid my bills, and I am very settled.
It’s nice. I haven’t felt so settled for a long time. It’s like a homely feeling. Long may it last.