There are days when I just feel normal.
Nothing goes through my mind.
No thoughts; no memories; just blank.
It feels foreign to me.
I'm not sure if I like it.
I'm not flat, or neutral.
There is a small sense of enjoyment in life.
I'm not sure how long it will last, but I know it's a rare feeling.
I feel light.
My problems don't seem to bother me for the moment.
I have energy, euphoria, like I can do anything.
I wan't to run.
I can't stop talking, or being social.
It reminds me of the old me.
Making people smile.
People genuinely enjoying my company.
Why can't I feel this way all of the time?
I haven't been triggered yet.
I'm waiting for the storm to come.
One wrong word or thought could derail my happy train.
I'm worried now.
I don't deserve to feel this way.
I'm lying to myself.
My problems aren't real!
... but they are, and I can't pretend that they don't exist.
My mood is sloping slowly, downward.
The thoughts are invading my head.
I don't know what to do.
I'm not normal.
I never was.
