Even when the fog of depression has lifted, and a refreshing light come’s bursting into your heart, there can still be those days.
The ones that kinda suck.
Not depression, just a crappy day.
But they’re the scary ones.
What if it’s back?
Am I going to be sad and “sick” again?
Those are the times that I have to remind myself that it’s okay to have a bad day.
It’s good to acknowledge a bad mood, a shitty piece of news, or a huge ass bill that you can’t afford.
And then take time to wallow.
An appropriate amount of time.
Watching that fine line between a bad day and depression.
Something that a person who has suffered with depression is always doing.
Making a bad day more than just a bad day.