If life was Instagram, bad moods would be the Shit Filter.

They turn everything into crap, straight away.

And that’s good to know.

Really, REALLY good.

Because if you do, if somehow and somewhere there’s a sense of what’s really going on, your apparent fucked up past, your seemingly lousy partner, and your distorted awful future, will get a second chance.

Right now.

Straight away.

You will not be dragged into the rabbit hole of painful projections.

It’s the difference between slipping into misery and getting lost for quite a while, or counting to 20 or 100 while waiting for the dark clouds to blow over.

Eventually, the filter will vanish.

Its power will be lost.

And if you know that it will somehow close that deal a lot quicker.

Yes, sure, feeling like shit will still be feeling like shit.

Hating or dreading the world will still be experienced profoundly.

That’s just the human deal.

But the inevitability will not be there.

The hopelessness, the personal density, and all the stupid victim stuff, will find no soil to grow on.

The effect is dramatic.

It’s amazing how the difference between being caught up in hell all the time, and knowing heaven is just around the corner, comes from such a simple realization.

This is not me.

This is not forever.

This is not REALLY real.

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