90 days of gratitude and thankfulness

 We often forget to be thankful and there is so much to be thankful for in this life. One of the ways of dealing with anxiety and depression is to change your pattern of thoughts. As we go through life there are many things that can bring us down and cause depression, but there are also those who struggle with chemical imbalances. I bring this up because there is truth to the thought "positivity breeds positivity", but while it can't fix everything, there is definitely reason to strive for it.
90 days of gratitude. It's a challenge. Every day for 90 days you must come up with something new that is positive and that you're thankful for, and list at least  one good reason why you're thankful for it. No repeats. It's harder than you think! The first few days are easy, but then you end up having to look at your life and the world around you a little closer. If you spend time every day thinking about it and writing it out you'll find a new appreciation for things you've been taking for granted. It's a good exercise in retraining the brain towards positivity. Try it, you may surprise yourself
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