When a dark mood overtakes me, I force myself to feel grateful.
“Think of three things you’re thankful for,” a small, wise voice inside will say. “Just three little things.”
“OK. I’m grateful for the dinner I had last night. And for having friends. I’m usually grateful I’m alive.”
If that little recitation fails to turn the tide, I’ll try to name three more things for which I’m grateful. And three after that.
As I build a little mental pile of my personal blessings, it becomes easier to bear whatever fictitious burden I imagine myself to be carrying.