One problem I always seem to have is that I’m unable to evaluate what mood I’m in. The concept of a 1-10 scale of happiness is something I can’t relate to. There are times when I recognize that I’m feeling better than usual, but it’s always because I’m excited about a specific occurrence or new thing I’ve learned.
It seems to me that I’m always just… living. I don’t feel any sign that there are these foreign constructs called ‘emotions’ that arbitrarily have their way with my consciousness. That’s why when I’ve experienced with my own bouts of ‘suicidal ideation’, I’ve found it impossible to label them as ‘depression’, ‘destructive’, or anything other than just that: ideation. My thoughts are my thoughts. If something makes sense and sounds appealing, at what point does one blame ‘emotions’ for affecting his/her conclusions. I don’t understand how these things work.
One problem I always seem to have is that I’m unable to evaluate what mood I’m in. The concept of a 1-10 scale of happiness is something I can’t relate to. There are times when I recognize that I’m feeling better than usual, but it’s always because I’m excited about a specific occurrence or new thing I’ve learned.
It seems to me that I’m always just… living. I don’t feel any sign that there are these foreign constructs called ‘emotions’ that arbitrarily have their way with my consciousness. That’s why when I’ve experienced with my own bouts of ‘suicidal ideation’, I’ve found it impossible to label them as ‘depression’, ‘destructive’, or anything other than just that: ideation. My thoughts are my thoughts. If something makes sense and sounds appealing, at what point does one blame ‘emotions’ for affecting his/her conclusions. I don’t understand how these things work.