So it's very late. I had a good day. Abstinent. More than 10,000 steps logged and a personal best at the gym.
My friend B came over tonight. We talked about depression. How often people seem to think you can just "snap out of it" if you apply yourself. Not so.
We talked about what I have been learning about cognitive behavioural therapy, particularly challenging negative thoughts. I listened to B's pain and shared some of mine. He feels adrift, unhappy, closed, not able to accept love or happiness. Unloveable, alone. I know how that feels.
And I heard myself say to B, "maybe some of what you're telling yourself is wrong." And just then, I realized some of what I tell myself is also wrong.
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