When things seem impossible or hopeless, I do have a habit of closing myself off from the world.
I know it’s not healthy to shut absolutely everything out but it’s a cocooning method.
I describe these hard times as emotional epilepsy. All cylinders firing, every synapse a fireworks display.
But here’s the thing.
Keep moving.
Do little things, do big things, keep yourself out in the world as much as you can.
Hopeless is an idea, not a state.