Getting better.

Depression sucks. Thankfully my latest "episode" is going away, and I'm starting to feel more spirited. I need to do something with myself at this point, make some progress in my life, before the next episode starts and messes it all up again. I'm in a better place, and I'd like to make the most of it. It still feels strange to me that I always get like this when the depression starts to fade, this phase where I'm not as down anymore but I still haven't reached my normal state of high-spirited idealism. Sometimes I think I'm most productive at times like this, when I'm getting over the depression but my head hasn't quite floated back into the clouds yet. Analyzing myself like this makes me feel like a crazy person, but I suppose in a way I am. It's okay though, being crazy keeps things interesting. Personal psychological drama for the win. This is what I don't understand about people that whine and complain about their mental problems (or the ones they claim to have). I'm perfectly okay with keeping it to my blog and occasionally talking to a good friend about it, I see no reason to make a big public spectacle of it. I guess I'm just not as attention starved as they are. Oh well, to each their own.