It’s funny how you can, within a week, go from feeling that you are doing pretty good to realising that the last 11 months’ work has amounted to nothing much. Nothing worth telling anyone about, anyway. Just pieces of ideas that might, after much more work, become something.
I’m not depressed really, just bewildered.
I should have learnt by now that attempting to detach from the unhappy things that surround me only makes me feel worse. As Alanis so wisely says, “the only way out is through”.
I want to find the courage to face my difficulties, like someone who puts their life savings and all their income into a house, believing that the risk will pay off if they can stick it out for the long haul.