One time, I went in to see my shrink and he had been to see a comedy show. He spent the whole time talking about it and the jokes and laughing. He made me laugh too. For the next couple of days, every time I was stressed or anxious or down, one of his jokes popped into my head.

Family members were always asking how things were going or what had happened recently and I was always repeating the sad and discouraging things. I realized that repeating the bad stuff again and again was feeding my anxiety and depression. Now sometimes when someone asks I just say that I prefer not to talk about it because it would just make me feel worse.

roses