It occurred to me that I usually write as if the writing was a sort of heat exhaust: a release valve to exercise inner pains. A time of inspiration to be sure, but this could lead to an asymmetrical representation.
Too dark! A perpetual rollercoaster drop in which one blacks out. The beauty of life is found in the highs juxtaposed with the lows. It is all there, as it should be.
Resolve to write the joys, just as well.
