It's not all Rainbows and Sunshine. I didn't want to get out of bed today.
This morning I decided not to be trapped by my mood. It’s been a very Lombard streetish couple of months, and the reality and weight of everything has been a bit much this past week. When I woke up, I recognized the signs of a slippery miserable mess on the emotional horizon (stay in bed, watch Netflix, eat pickles, avoid people) and I forced myself to find 3 good things to look forward to, to get up and get dressed, and to exercise. Yes, I get depressed. Yes, I periodically dwell in sadness and fear and stress just like everyone else. Apparently, most people don’t realize that about me, I’m finding that very interesting. Inside Out... I wonder if I think this of others? My husband said something last night that has me thinking on it today. He said, people have a hard time with you being unhappy. I think people can’t believe that you’re less than what they see most of the time. You’re Leah, you’re up and on and exciting and happy. So, today I am writing down the ins...