Life, the Universe and the Melancholic

I go to the beach a lot. Not to swim, though I do like swimming. I haven't been swimming in a very long time. But I just go to look at the ocean, smell the sea and sand, and try to catch my bearings on life. It's interesting to people watch while clearing my head. Young couples, old couples, maybe with dogs, maybe not. Families, toddlers, teenagers and all the evolution between. Time out amongst the vastness of nature makes me feel better. I have been thinking about that a lot lately, what makes me feel better. I am aware that my blog is a bit of a down and out wallow in despair and sad, self pity too. I try to make it a bit hopeful, but I can't avoid the situation of the current life circumstances I find myself in. Emotional bypassing isn't going to make me better. It will just prolong the inevitable nervous breakdown again. So, in light of doom and gloom, I have been reflecting on things that make me feel better, and also catching myself in moments where I notice I