During my long walk this afternoon I realized something. I used to talk a lot, and I mean a lot lot lot about the gloomies. Not depression exactly, but not feeling very well, kinda' bummed out for no good reason. And I'd write about it. Wasted weekends and weeks and days etcetera.
Yesterday was kindaaaa like that but not exactly, I was just so tired from the weekend journey, I needed some recovery time. Napped a lot, and felt so much better. No more gloomies.
So I was reminded, since I moved to Seattle the gloomies have gone down seriously. The days aren't like happy-jumpy necessarily, but there's no downies that much. And lot less self-loathing which happened like once or twice a week. Even on really shitty days I'll walk or watch tv or read something or hangout with friends and things just work out.
I wonder if it's something to do with the City of Seattle, or my social situation here, living near all the near and dear ones, or the fact that I've grown up a little bit and learned better techniques to deal with my emotions. Hmmm. Probably a good combination of all of the above, with social situation being the most important factor.
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