I can relate. I'm also viewed as one of those indomitable persons of happiness. When I'm sad or depressed, my brain has developed a weird coping mechanism. I've always had an over active imagination. Even now as a 26 year old man, I find that when I'm feeling down I often imagine looking off in the distance hoping to see a giant godzilla/cloverfield type monster attacking the city I live in. I want so bad for that to happen for no reason other than it would give me so much perspective. It would make all of my problems seem so small. It would also provide me with a singular goal. Survive. And as horrible such a thing would be, I would relish the clarity it would provide.
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