It's weird how my memory of the reason why I initially decided to use this blog for a short daily entry (or at least try to do so) is now the only thing that connects me to the feelings that drove me to make that decision. I don't remember how life felt. But I remember enough about my life to suspect that I was much more depressed than I realised at the time. (Whatever "more depressed" means.) I had this realisation before. But my estimation of how down I really was seems to grow with the temporal distance to that time. I was not capable of imagining feeling as good as I do on a bad day recently.

And yes, this is the place where I keep getting back to bad feelings if I write something at all. I do have other outlets for more topics. 

Overall health status estimation since last entry: -