This month has been hard.
When I go through a hard time in life, I make up stories in my head. I’m not talking about fairy tails, though I might as well be. Rather than pumpkins turning into carriages or a hideous beast discovering true love, I think about how the hard times are going to end. I try to intellectualize it, tell myself that nothing is permanent. It’s hard to believe that in the moment, though, so I try to visualize it.
I think about myself coming out of the other side. About commiserating with friends.