Last night before I went to bed, I wrote in a diary that I have been keeping since the beginning of 2013. The book began as a mood diary; both an outlet to express difficult thoughts and emotions, and a means to trace them over time, with the hope that I could find patterns in my thought and gain a better understanding of the low moods which have troubled me for some years now. You probably wouldn’t want to read this book, as it is somewhat repetitive – but that was the whole point. Looking back, I can indeed see patterns which dictate the way I navigate my life both in times of low mood and in periods of stability and contentment. In last night’s entry I made a point of speaking from the first person, whereas a great proportion of the diary seems to come from some external voice…
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