Aqua's do you do this.

When your down and out, the wold sucks and you cannot seem to pull yourself out of the bad place your at, even if you recognize that your looking nega

When your down and out, the wold sucks and you cannot seem to pull yourself out of the bad place your at, even if you recognize that your looking negativly on everything just because you are in a bad mood.

When your in a great mood, the world is a wonderdful place and nothing can bring you down.

You get extreme highs and lows and your world view at the moment depends on what mood you are in.

I am currently in that place right now and trying desperatly to pull myself out of a bad mood. I recognize thats the only reason I am seeing everything around me negativly, but I just can't seem to do it.

How do you do it? Just let it pass and be pissy all day, or do you do something active to snap yourself out of it?

Mamma Roz, I deal with the same at times,this may sound crazy but I embrace it use for positive. The negative mood is there for a reason. I call it my solitude time. I think about my goals and aspirations and what I will do better. Sometimes I light a candle and read a book,take a nice loooooooong bubble bath and I feel a sense of comfort. Maybe it sounds crazy but use that bad mood time to benefit You. You can do it🙂 We're Aqua's "this it too shall pass"😉

correction,"this it too shall pass="this too shall pass"

well every human is different but talkin abt myself.. itz easy for me to overcum my 'downness' sumthin that haz really helped me is my knowledge that i NOH that there r upz n downz in life n im not gonna waste my life sittin' in being depressive... NO WAY...theres a BIG BRIGHT happy future that awaitz me n hey take a chill pill.. thingz aint tht bad.. they can alwayz be worse...

'...How do you do it? Just let it pass and be pissy all day, or do you do something active to snap yourself out of it?..'

mamma rosa theres a lil' poem of this little kid that alwayz cumz to mind wheneva im down n wanna give up on thingz n i'd like to share it with u...it really uplifts me... i too at times have been overwhelmed by cirumstances n challenges but DONT let them get u soo down that u have no interest in thingz aroung u... every life has itz setbackz...remeber thingz cud be worse...let me find that poem....

' GET UP AND WIN THE RACE'
Quit! Give up! You're beaten!"
They shout at me and plead.
"There's just too much against you now. This time you can't succeed!"

And as I start to hang my head In front of failure's face.
My downward fall is broken by The memory of a race.

And hope refills my weakened will As I recall that scene:
For just the thought of that short race Rejuvenates my being.

A children's race-young boys, young men-how I remember well.
Excitement, sure! But also fear; It wasn't hard to tell.

They all lined up so full of hope Each thought to win that race.
Or tie for first, or if not that, At least take second place.

And fathers watched from off the side Each cheering for his son.
And each boy hoped to show his dad That he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they went! Young hearts and hopes afire.
To win and be the hero there Was each young boy's desire.

And one boy in particular Whose dad was in the crowd,
Was running near the lead and thought: "My dad will be so proud!"

But as they speeded down the field Across a shallow dip,
The little boy who thought to win Lost his step and slipped.

Trying hard to catch himself His hands flew out to brace,
And mid the laughter of the crowd He fell flat on his face.

So down he fell and with him hope --He couldn't win it now--
Embarrassed, sad, he only wished To disappear somehow.

But as he fell his dad stood up And showed his anxious face,
Which to the boy so clearly said: "Get up and win the race."

He quickly rose, no damage done, --Behind a bit, that's all--
And ran with all his mind and might To make up for his fall.

So anxious to restore himself --To catch up and to win--
His mind went faster than his legs: He slipped and fell again!

He wished then he had quit before With only one disgrace.
"I'm hopeless as a runner now; I shouldn't try to race."

But in the laughing crowd he searched And found his father's face:
That steady look which said again: "Get up and win the race!"

So up he jumped to try again --Ten yards behind the last--
"If I'm to gain those yards," he thought "I've got to move real fast."

Exerting everything he had He regained eight or ten,
But trying so hard to catch the lead He slipped and fell again!

Defeat! He lied there silently --A tear dropped from his eye--
"There's no sense running any more; Three strikes: I'm out! Why try?"

The will to rise had disappeared; All hope had fled away;
So far behind, so error prone; A loser all the way.

"I've lost, so what's the use," he thought. "I'll live with my
disgrace."
But then he thought about his dad Who soon he'd have to face.

"Get up," an echo sounded low. "Get up and take your place;
You were not meant for failure here. Get up and win the race."

"With borrowed will get up," it said, "You haven't lost at all.
For winning is no more than this: To rise each time you fall."

So up he rose to run once more, And with a new commit
He resolved that win or lose At least he wouldn't quit.

So far behind the others now, --The most he'd ever been--
Still he gave it all he had And ran as though to win.

Three times he'd fallen, stumbling; Three times he rose again;
Too far behind to hope to win He still ran to the end.

They cheered the winning runner As he crossed the line first place;
Head high, and proud, and happy; No falling, no disgrace.

But when the fallen youngster Crossed the line last place,
The crowd gave him the greater cheer For finishing the race.

And even though he came in last With head bowed low, unproud,
You would have thought he'd won the race, to listen to the crowd.

And to his dad he sadly said, "I didn't do too well."
"To me, you won," his father said. "You rose each time you fell."

Now when things seem dark and hard And difficult to face,
The memory of that little boy Helps me in my race.

For all of life is like that race, With ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win, Is rise each time you fall.

"Quit! Give up! You're beaten!" They still shout in my face.
But another voice with me says: "GET UP AND WIN THE RACE!"


....... you might think itz a lil' off topic but really this LIFTZ me n cheerz me up... itz a lil' long though but WORTH READIN' 🙂

mamma rosa sumthin else that helpz me is wen i get myself busy... wen im down i juz go out n meet friendz or go shoppin' or go visit da kidz (i do voluntary work) n wen u lose urself in otherz u DONT ' PITY PARTY' n e more.... that really helpz me...

Interesting to see how we all deal with our bad moods.

I know this mood will pass in time. I know the world is not as bad as it seems to me at the moment. I just hate being in this mood. Thanks for the advice.

Nice Poem Eliza!! thanks

'..Interesting to see how we all deal with our bad moods.

I know this mood will pass in time. I know the world is not as bad as it seems to me at the moment. I just hate being in this mood. Thanks for the advice.

Nice Poem Eliza!! thanks...'

ur more then welcum... i hope thingz work out for the best n that ur life mayb filled wid gr8 happy moments 🙂 all the best to ya 🙂