For some “homework” my therapist told me she wanted me to write down ten of my favourite memories so when I feel depressed I can look back on them and feel what I felt then. I’m just having a lot of trouble thinking of things, and I’m kind of freaking out because I can’t think of things. It makes me start to wonder if I was ever really happy? Will I ever be happy? What does ‘happiness’ even mean?
Everything good has it downs. The things I’m thinking of always having some bad to go along with it. Now I’m panicking.