So if all that I wrote last night is true, where is the evolutionary need for anxiety, for depression? Are they genes gone bad like so many often do?
I wish I could think of one positive way to look at these evil twins, to think that there is some reason if not a cause because as it stands, the suffering feels at once of horrible importance and completely illogical and I have learned long ago that one cannot fight one's own mind with one's own mind as they are the same.
I am having a very rough day and am hoping that working outside will at least pacify the adrenalin, will at least calm the most ragged edges of hopelessness and of panic. Because this is no way to live.
I just watched this and say what you will, it helped.
What would I do without my spirit totem animal? To be reminded to be humbled and realize great blessings. To try, no matter what, to save space for those.