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Am I Always Happy?

Am I Always Happy?

Someone recently asked me if I’m always happy and laughing and no, I am not. Most of my life I struggled with depression and anxiety. For me, medication only made things worse since it took away my creativity and resulted in some harmful and compulsive behaviors. It was only when I learned how to channel my feelings through art, writing, meditation, and exercise that I was no longer a constant prisoner to depression and anxiety and all the compulsions they came with. I still have bad days, days that I am stressed out. I have a protocol to deal with those days. If I have too many of those days in a row I turn to that protocol pretty hard.

 



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