It feels incredibly liberating to see the dark hole of despair appear and know that I don’t have to take a nosedive headlong into misery. I can see the darkness and be aware of my feelings but choose not to join the narrative of doom and gloom.
I have thoughts and feelings, not all of which are rational, but I am not the sum of my thoughts and feelings. The thoughts and feelings I have now are different than before, and they will change in time again. There’s no use making a home for unwanted guests. Making more of them than I should only increases suffering. I was happy before. Why not be happy now?