Feb 5th ~ On this day three years ago, I finally went to see a shrink. It felt very strange to hear her tell me that I was depressed, despite knowing it was true… My problem back then was that I lived in and longed for the past. The Joy of 2019 has yet to learn two things: that sometimes the only way she can help herself is to let go of something. And that just because something needs to end, doesn’t mean it wasn’t one of the most beautiful parts of her life once.

After that clinic visit, I met up with two friends and had pho for dinner. I was still feeling strange, but mostly happy to have my friends with me. And the only picture I took to remember that day looked like this: