I have to admit, I haven’t been doing too well lately. This is what I tell myself even when the reality is much worse. But it’s much easier than facing all those fardling difficult to tolerate feelings that keep trying to ruin my life by being there.
And on top of that, when I start to get into a worse depressive slump I tend to self-isolate, which then only makes me feel more alone and stuck. I can feel a little bit like this:
Life wins? (Pic by my son, 5)
Lost and Finding Me 