Thoughts

I realised I’m not actually depressed (not at the moment anyway), since getting all this rest and eating very restrictively.

It’s more or less that I get plagued by thoughts, thoughts from the past, stuff that has happened.

But the more and more I look at it, I’ve kept that stuff really close, whereas the people involved have already moved on and forgotten it already, and changed.  So I’m actually free now, or supposed to.  I just have to mourn away the pain and the old times.  I still feel nostalgia for some good times though.  It’s hard to totally let go of the past, but its refreshing to see I’m changing.  My skin looks better, less stress, more vitamins and anti-oxidants, more rest :)