It's ok that it's sunny outside but you feel cold in your heart toward yourself. You're getting through it. This is not depression as you once knew it, in fact it's not depression at all. And it's not gonna be. Breathe.
It's ok that the nasties in your head are back with a vengeance. You can tolerate them. You can love yourself in between their curses. Some might think you're crazy if they got inside here, but you're just human. Breathe.
It's ok, this constant agitation in your chest. You're getting through it. It won't kill you. It might relent a little if you soften around it. Breathe.
It's ok that you still feel angry after the softening, inside the softening. Keep moving through it. There's something more true underneath, and you can let go a little when you get there. Breathe.
Stay. This. Course.
You. Are. Ok.
Breathe.
