We have a great mind, that works 24 hours a day.
We never stop thinking, I think.
I like people and I like to talk with them about almost everything.
It inspires me to learn about life.
And then, in my case, depression may step in. This has happened 22 times since 2002.
The lower pole of the bipolar mood disorder. The opposite side of hypomania where euphoria rules.
When depressed, I loose my energy and creativity.
And I think that everything has already been said.
Thoughts repeat itself. Words repeat itself.
It frustrates me.
I am lost for words, words fail me.
Your comfort zone is now the best place to be.
Your bed feels like heaven; you dont like to see people, nor leave your house.
Leave me alone in my misery.
Do you recognize this ?
Thoughts and language are such unique assets.
Even in our dreams. Preludes to reality in some way.
Carl Jung – Master of dreams and their meaning.