Confessions of a broken sphere

I have little pet hates that sometimes fill my gut up with so much anger that I lose control. Regardless of whether I explode or implode, it always ends up in a mild depression, which can last for days, if not weeks. I usually think of my depression as a state of mind, and hence, I am in a position to control it. But when you’re trying to convince yourself that you can control your mind and depression, instead of actually controlling it, you’re bound to somehow lose yourself along the line. And somewhere down that stringy line, let’s say three years, your mind gives in to all the pressure, and you’re submerged in the icy waters of the pessimistic mental state. Even swimming becomes an impossible task, as your arms and legs are weighted down by the cold. Your mind becomes fluttered with thoughts of death, your chest fills with agonizing pain, and your soul slowly leaves your body. At this point, it literally comes down to either sinking or finally being able to control your own mind.

Breathe. That’s the first step to not drowning. Slow, deep, clean breaths of oxygen – allow that to fill your lungs and clear your mind.

Your idea of life and it’s contents will soon begin to align itself again, but this time you’ll be able to see a different perspective. Something more streamlined, more in order, and less of the actual chaos you thought surrounded it.