There’s a giant green cricket on the wall in my kitchen, right above the refrigerator. I dare not do anything about it. I hope it somehow makes its presence known to the cats.

I feel down today. I felt out of it yesterday, too. No reason really. I mean, perhaps there is a reason; the usual reason of overthinking. Or maybe there’s no reason and it’s just the blues.

I wonder why it’s hard for me to admit I’m depressed. Like it’s some big failure or flaw. I know logically that it isn’t, that in fact it’s just a normal feeling. But a part of me thinks that admitting I’m depressed today means there’s something wrong with me. Maybe because society has created such a huge and heavy stigma against unhappiness.

Must always be happy! No bad moods! Yay for life!