Yesterday sucked for me, man. Like, hugely awful. Went to bed fighting through a depressive episode.
This morning, I broke my PPCLI coffee mug.
Two years ago, I broke my first one and went into a tantrum that created an anxiety attack that spun me into a day-long flashback that crashed into a week-long depression.
This morning, my immediate thought was, “shit, good thing I bought two of these.” I put in the work and got positive results.
We’re not broken. We’re fixable. Just like this mug.