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Hey Mr. Mood!




It is Saturday evening and I have a feeling that I recognize all too well. It comes suddenly even after I have had a lovely time earlier in the day, I call him Mr. Mood. I am writing this article while seated beside Mr.Mood so as to easily describe him because once he is gone, all I am left with is a sigh of relief to not think of him. Writing this post with Mr. Mood is not easy, he keeps pulling me and I keep trying to push myself away from him, and when we reach a stalemate, we tango till one gets tired. 


Mr.Mood sometimes likes to make me feel sick giving me a headache, forces me to crawl in my bed and not to leave unless answering nature calls, to lose my appetite, or to be nonchalant when forced to interact with people. And when our fight for control begins, he holds power over me when he causes me to be stuck in a never ending negative thought process pattern:


‘I HATE MYSELF! PEOPLE DON’T LIKE ME! I CAN’T DO THIS! GIVING UP SEEMS EASY!’


But then I take the power back when I manage to replace the negative with the positive:


‘I LOVE ME! GOD AND FAMILY LOVE ME AND THAT IS MORE IMPORTANT! I AM CAPABLE OF ACCOMPLISHING MY GOALS! THE EASY WAY ISN’T ALWAYS RIGHT!’


Winning against Mr. Mood isn’t always easy and sometimes I try other ways; Writing is one of them or just laying in bed with rain beats until it passes if I can’t go out for a walk. For today while writing this post, I have decided to play some gentle songs, ‘rise up’ by Andra Day is now playing. I believe that maybe if am still enough, Mr. Mood would get bored and leave. He usually does eventually, but when he is stubborn I know it is time to make the call.


(Take care of you always.) 
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