-Wrote this a few months ago and through it was still appropriate. Here you go 🙂
I was horribly depressed this weekend. Then Saturday night after two days of mood. I started working with my desk to clean it and instead found my art supplies.
I printed out some patterns of black and white lines and simple fill in the color sheets and sat with colored pencils and colored.
And what was more I enjoyed it. It was childish and I probably was wasting time, but I had fun.
And I remembered that I am allowed to have fun. Even when I am having a bad week, I am allowed to have fun.
I think the difference is that I am refusing to hold onto the pain and lost hopes. I am opening myself.
There will be pain but that the joy while it lasted was greater. I allowed myself to be happy while we were together and while I am allowed to miss it I am not allowed to wallow in it or to put my life on hold because of it.