Hello, dear reader!
I have anxiety.
I have depression.
Some days, my mood is really good. Some days, I have “down” days, or more specifically, “down” moments.
I say down moments because my mood will shift, even if I suddenly feel sad. Some days, I’m worried about stupid stuff, like letting myself fret over the future–which I know will turn out just fine, but my brain will lie to me and tell me that I should worry about something that is yet to come.