The cloud descends on cue.
I know by now what makes me sad. I know the symptoms. And I know not it is best to not blame others and to deal with the storms that hit by myself.
Sometimes the cloud is so thick and so large that I feel like I'm going to buckle. Thankfully I've worked hard to keep my legs in shape so I can stand up straight.
Music helps. Hearing a favorable pattern over and over again reminds me that I can make my own noise and that will make me whole.
Running helps. Knowing my body is conditioned to travel through the world at a fast pace fills me with confidence.
But today, I must continue on with work even though I am currently in the clouds. It's conditional. I know exactly why I'm sad, and I will keep the reason to myself. I feel, though, I have to write something down in order to distract myself from the cloud.
And then it passes, or at least thins out.