A few weeks back I was struggling with my feelings between happiness and sadness. I am very aware/ openly diagnosed with mild depression and I knew that something wasn’t right so immediately, I try to get myself in check. Below, is what my depression looked like as I rose this morning, I woke up to my HOUSE a mess. Desperately wanting to just jump back into the bed, I decided to fix my space. Am I the only one that prefers an organized space?
Well maybe not.
I’m sharing this so whoever may read this does not feel alone. It’s okay and you’ll get through it. What may work for me may not work for you but do what does. Taking long walks, visit your favorite restaurant, buy a new plant, whatever! Let’s get through this together.
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Coming to you live from New York City, it’s me, Amanda (insert boring emoji here). 
Yesterday while walking home I had the sudden urge to write about happiness. The man that sits by the Open Kitchen restaurant on Williams street smiles and says good night to EVERYBODY black. I’m not sure if he’s homeless or if he just hangs out there. I told myself that I’m going to ask him what the secret is because he seems very happy. I ignored my intuition about writing this because of processing, but my friend sent me a TEDx Bloomington talk this morning because most people know I enjoy a good Ted Talk. 
I’m pleased to say that things weren’t as dramatic for me this month but if you ask the heart I broke, welp, something “bad” did happen. To clear this up a little, I’m still healing, learning/unlearning, and deciding to choose myself. 
