As one who is affected by anxiety and tinged by depression, I recognize the issues that are hidden in the reality of society. We tend to project acts of normalcy in order to calm our fears or angers. When relationships are bonded deeper, insights are more likely to reveal themselves–hopefully for the better.
For me, sometimes I hold onto those illusions in hope that they can later become reality. As if pulling on dreamy strings can make real music later on.
In a lighter side, I can also believe that hope can sustain dreams for a better future. Illusions do not have to be tricks or mirages though it is connotative of them.
I have been journaling in various ways to expresses the swirling ideas in my head. For example, focusing on gratitude or just random doodles. It is helpful except when I am past the point of that reducing stress.
Excuse the moody post as in effort to post more.