I’m sat here working through our final wedding music choices. WEDDING. I am GETTING MARRIED to a MAN that I LOVE WITH ALL MY HEART, and I KNOW HE LOVES ME TOO. I’m also currently weaning off my anti-depressants. Now, here’s a fine example of my bittersweet companion, the old Black Dog.
So, here I am, still in pyjamas, listening to beautiful music and having a fun text exchange about the wedding with my lovely kind fiance. On the laptop. Where there are photographs of him and his ex-partner. Suddenly, there I am, swooping through files, my heartbeat quickening, feeling sick, keep going, keep looking, flicking past faces I don’t know, will never know, seeing smiles that aren’t real, don’t exist anymore, keep looking, keep going, looking for proof that…… HOLD ON. Proof of what? Proof that he EXISTED BEFORE ME?!?!??? Really? This is the Beeping Black Dog, and he’s here trying to spoil my positive feeling.
Now, once upon a time, I would have continued in this chaotic spiral for the rest of the day until it culminated into having a great big useless row with lovely fiance over my own anxious thoughts, but since learning about coping strategies and talking, like really learning to talk about how I’m feeling, I have been able to work out other ways of doing things. So, instead of carrying on, I closed down the folders and made a meme:
*MEME CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE, PLEASE DON’T LOOK IF THERE IS A CHANCE IT WILL OFFEND YOU*
I made a meme, and now I feel better.