I think that feeling better sometimes cuts both ways. We feel happy and secure, which leads us to analyze why we do. If we find no reason for the happiness we pick it apart until it is broken into little razor blades. Why am I happy? The laundry is not done, the dishes are dirty and I took nothing out for dinner, yet I feel great. I should have, need to do this... ah poop now I am sad. Like making it up 10 flights of stairs only to go back down to see what you tripped over on floor 2. It may seem like 1 step forward 2 steps back but it will evolve into 2 up 1 down and someday 3 up and no down. Ok well maybe not always 3 up. Come on no one has a perfect day every day.