Now clean a year I realize I get depressed. I did before too, but being a drunk over rode my sadness...not really...it was part of it...
The go to answer is therepy and meds.
I am not ruling them out, but I am resistant to them because of my line of work.
I don't think anyone is truly always happy.
I am not afraid to let my anger flow. I think that is important to get it out.
Just saying...out loud...who cares about that jerk...or shooting a bird to an imaginary foe, are my go to moves..
Thanks.