My life has definitely started taking on the feel of a movie. Definitely an art film. There's little to no dialogue at all.

I still get negative thoughts creeping into my mind. It's easy. It's habit. It's the way my mind works. It's how it processes the feelings into imagery and words.

But it's also very easy to take each one as it comes and run the exact opposite, positive thought, and feel it's just as valid and real. It works because, I dunno, I'm mental.

I wouldn't say they cancel each other out, but whether it's the original negative thought, or the turned-around positive thought, my life and reality surrounding me strangely remain exactly the same.