Whenever I’m having a good day, I feel inclined to write about it. My good days are typically mellow ones that end without anger or guilt or stress. Good days have been less frequent for me but I know I’ll start having more again soon. Today was good. I am sitting on my couch eating Chinese food and I don’t feel guilty about it. I worked hard today but I deserve to relax even when I don’t have a busy/productive day.

I want to believe that I’m getting better. It’s been a hard few months and I really didn’t think I’d survive it. I’m mostly relieved to feel a bit of control and autonomy again.

I’ve been so secretive about my battle with depression and some of my closest friends aren’t aware that anything happened. Everyone has their own problems and I really don’t want to be the type of person that overshares. However, I have to keep in mind that some people would want to know and do actually care about me.

Anyways, I’m happy to feel relaxed and okay. Things are alright and I am alive. 🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾