Far too often, usually when everything is going well, I'll hit some small, very minor bump in the road and panic. I'll over think and over analyze every little detail. It won't matter if it was a bad moment, a bad day, or a bad week. In my mind, for that time frame, it was the most horrible thing to have ever happened to me in life.
Thinking like that is the problem.
When I find myself in a downward spiral like that, I think back to my actual bad days. My darkest hours of all the hours I've spent on this earth. I think of the sadness, the pain, the heavy hearted air to everything.
While that may sound depressing, it is actually very uplifting. Remembering those truly dark moments keeps me honest with myself, accountable, aware. It helps to keep things in perspective. It helps me stay true to the minor moments that don't actually matter.
I am thankful for the darkness because it makes me appreciate the light, the dawn, the dusk of everything.