I'm angry.
I don't think their is anything that I'm angry about, but I can tell. The last few days I've been short with people and I've said angry things. Fortunately I'm not a violent person. I don't think my anger would lead to me hitting anyone (besides I think punching people in the face must hurt your hand and I'm not up with that). I can tell this is depression related. Probably from yo-yo medicines.
I think one of the ways that I've been able to survive lately is that I can see the difference between what is me and what is the depression. It's taken a long time for me to get to the place where I can tell the difference but it serves me well.
I had to become honest about who I am. What are the good parts of me and what are my faults. I've had to come to a place where I realize that I'm not perfect and never will be. I'm okay with who I am. I can be lazy, unsocial, overweight, messy, self absorbed, whiny, and my feet sometimes smell. But deep in the place where I keep who I am, I know I'm not an angry guy.
Oh, I still get caught up in the whirlpool sometimes. I'm worthless, or I'm angry, or I'm hyper, or I'm miserable. Sometimes I end up drowning in my bed not able to get up. But sometimes I can step back and see that these aren't me.
So self recognition is one of the tools in my toolbox.
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