My Mood Journal
For the past few days, I've been keeping a sort of journal of my mood and thoughts. I start cognitive behavioural therapy for the third time in my life next week and felt that having something written down could help. I tend to have a hard time getting what is inside of me, out... especially in therapy; for a couple of reasons. Firstly I have no great trauma to talk about, I suffer from depression but sometimes feel like it's just self-indulgent moaning on my part and am embarrased to share.
Secondly my mood varies a lot, and often when I visit a therapist I'm not as low as I have been. Going to see someone feels like a positive step which can brighten my mood a little, and also I tend to feel more positive in the afternoon, when the therapy sessions typically are (and low in the evening and early morning). I struggle to empathise with the version of myself I was when I was low and will give the impression that I'm doing better than I really am. I feel I will need help bringing this out, even with my journal, and feel that sharing here may help me.
So I got a small notepad, which I can put in my pocket and take everywhere with me, to make short notes as and when I have something to say. The plan is to reserve the journal for moments of clarity, when I actually have something important to say about what I'm feeling and more importantly why. It isn't to keep a constant log of my many ups and downs and I may go days without writing something if I have nothing I feel I can add to it. Also, it isn't for idle speculation, as I do this a lot and could easily fill it with ramblings about 'why I suffer from depression'. I want to focus on the here and now with this journal.
So I'll post each entry here in a new post. I started it a couple weeks ago so I'll post some older stuff first. Comments, especially empathy is welcome. I imagine I might just post everything in my journal into posts on here, but there may be stuff I don't feel it worth putting up.
Thanks for your help if you're reading this.
21:22 Home
After a couple of hours at a restaurant with a couple of friends, feeling low now because that will be the highlight of my social calendar this month. When do I ever get to have fun? I always hope on these occasions that they'll buck the trend and say 'let's stay out for a bit' but it's always home for an early night. I lay in bed now, I want to cry. My Mum is upstairs she won't notice I haven't come up though. She only notices my absence when I'm on the toilet.