When every day is a grey day

Mornings always seem to be the worst for the grey fog. Wake up. Then as my brain lifts itself from sleep, it then seems to move into a grey fog, or mist, or cloud, each day is the same - it's just the density of the greyness that changes. I'm aware enough now of this to know that this glumness is a bit like waking up early to rain spitting on the window, it will pass, by lunchtime, with the light coming back to the day the longer it goes on. One way I find to deal with this is early-morning journaling. By the time I've written down a few pages I've put my thoughts into place, cleared the slate and I'm in a better place to get on with the day, having emptied the contents of my grey brain onto the whiteness of paper with black ink. Black and white writes away the grey.

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