I have been in a mostly depressed state for months. Yesterday was a killer. The whole day was torturous with the depression crap. Today.... a total switch. Life is good today. I am that other person today who isn't depressed. Just like night and day.

I am not complaining but hey! what gives? Why does it work that way? The only good that comes is that it reminds me how foolish it is to ever ever give voice to my thoughts when I am depressed.

All the horrors in my head yesterday are not just a distant memory but I can't even find those thoughts in my head let alone be haunted by them. My brain just doesn't go there today.

This is why I hate to got to bed. Tomorrow I could wake depressed again and the ease of today will be unreachable tomorrow.

This is why I can't keep a job. I never know what tomorrow will bring. I can't be dependable when I can't keep stable.

Oh well. I am not complaining. I am enjoying the last hour of this day and being grateful. Tomorrow will bring what tomorrow brings.