I think the hardest thing about mental illness is (in my opinion) just sit with happiness or being content. We wait for the inevitable shoe to drop. Something in the universe must be wrong or about to go wrong.
I slept almost twelve hours yesterday. I could have slept more but had to go to work. I feel better today though a little less depressed. I might even go to feeling good. I’ll take it but it makes me wonder why I even have to get depressed. Not a full on whine just a question to the universe. Why does there have to be mental illness? I suppose it’s human nature for some of us.