It's the most bizarre feeling looking back at some of my blogs and feeling as though a stranger has written them.
Anyone who has experienced depression will know that it is physically impossible to 'just think of happy things' you're depressed.
Likewise when I experience the opposite side of the spectrum I find it impossible to remember what could possibly have made me so miserable. When I am at my highest heights I can't even comprehend that there is anything less than wonderful in the universe at all.
I can only identify with some posts at one time. It's a good way to be able to see all the different angles of my emotion although the blog is a bit biased because I write the most when I'm going through a particularly stressful time.
I'm honest in this blog which is why I have it. It's one place where I can write what's really in my heart and people can handle it. If they can't they just click the next blog. Simples.
