Good Mental Health Day: Kicking Depression’s Ass for Once

⚠️ WARNING: This Post Contains Unusual Levels of Happiness. Proceed With Caution.

Ladies and gentlemen, gather ‘round. Miracles do happen. Unicorns are real. The stars aligned. Because today — yes, today — I woke up and I didn’t feel depressed.

I know, I know. After the last two days of pure mental hell, I didn’t think this was even possible. Honestly, I thought I was permanently welded to the couch, starring in my own Netflix series called “Sad Blob: The Never-Ending Season.”

But no. Today, I woke up and… felt fine. Not just fine — actually good. Like, what the hell is this foreign emotion and who let it into my body?

For me, a day like this is a high I constantly crave. And not the subtle, “Oh, I guess things aren’t too bad” kind of high. No. I’m talking about the “Holy shit, I don’t even need coping mechanisms today” kind of high. And let me tell you — not having to think about coping mechanisms? That’s the mental health version of winning the lottery.

Usually my mornings go like:

• Step one: survive the “why bother?” thoughts.

• Step two: bribe myself with caffeine.

• Step three: scroll the internet until I remember why I hate humanity.

  
  

But today? None of that. I just woke up, and my brain was like, “You know what? Let’s not torture ourselves for once.” And I nearly cried tears of joy into my coffee.

My nerves? Perfectly calm. My patience? Off the charts. Do you understand how rare that is? Normally, waiting for a toaster to pop is enough to make me want to flip it into traffic. But today? I was like, “Ah yes, toast takes time. Beautiful. Lovely. Zen.”

And that’s the kicker — because the last couple days, my nerves were fried and my patience was thinner than hotel toilet paper. And when you’re stuck in that cycle, it feels like there’s no way out. It’s crushing. It’s disheartening. It’s like your own brain has you on mute while blasting white noise directly into your soul.

So today? I’m gonna enjoy the fuck out of this. Are my plans exciting? Absolutely not. But I don’t care. I could be folding laundry, buying cat food, or rewatching the same sitcom I’ve seen 47 times, and it’s still gonna feel like a goddamn vacation compared to this week’s dumpster fire.

And yeah, maybe I’ll even spend a little time on my favorite activity — working on stuff for calmbydanny.com — because why not add some extra serotonin sprinkles on top of this already ridiculous sundae of a day?

Bottom line: depression didn’t win today. Anxiety didn’t run the show. I actually kicked their ass, stomped on their egos, and told them to sit the fuck down. And tomorrow might suck again — who knows. But right now? Right now, I’m riding this wave like I’m the happiest idiot on earth.

So cheers to good days, rare as they are. May we enjoy the hell out of them when they show up.

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