Cyranny writes so beautifully about those inexplicable “bad days” all of us have, whether we want to admit we have them or not. They just sort of come out of nowhere sometimes!
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Today was not a good day.
It happens. It is just life… We all have bad days, right? Right. Only, depression leftovers make my bad days B.A.D.
It often doesn’t really show. I just won’t think about eating, and spend all day concentrating on not letting show what goes on in my brain. Doesn’t sound too bad? Of course not.
I am aware I am not the only one having those post-depression random bad days. But not many people know about them. My parents don’t, my friends don’t…. Heck, Chéri doesn’t know about them. Not because I want to lie to them, but because of two simple things:
1- I don’t want them to worry everytime I frown.
2- It is so dang difficult to explain.
I don’t know why “bad days” happen. I don’t know if they are triggered by specific factors. (if so, I can’t wait to find…
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