Today has been one of those unfortunate days where depression hits hard, and with no discernible trigger.  

It’s the kind of day where I can’t help but question why people give a crap about anything I do, and where I question why I do anything because it always seems to be, or feels like a pointless waste of effort.  

It’s the kind of day where I have no confidence in my art, or writing, or anything, and can’t even bring myself to just kill time playing games or watching videos because it would just be lazy.  So instead I lie in bed and try to sleep, only to fail at that as well.

It’s a terrible kind of day, and one that no one should ever have to go through, but one that I see happening more and more often to myself and to others.  

But it will pass, just as it always does.  No matter how bad the day is, or how bad it gets, that day will end and the next will bring something new.  Knowing that, it makes things easier even on the worst of days, in the worst of moods.

Times can seem terrible one day at a time, but overall they tend to be fairly good, it’s just a matter of seeing the whole through the parts.  It can be absurdly hard, but even the hardest of days can be overcome out of the hope that the year will be better, and the decade will be good.

It can seem like the worst day ever but