I slept for 11.5 hours. Not exactly continuously, but fairly close.
I feel like I have reached the “Gandalf stage” in this depression.
YOU SHALL NOT PASS!
Meaning, I don’t want anything or anyone through my bubble. I’ve already ignored texts from friends today. I never do that. I just can’t talk to people. I don’t want to fake happy.
I don’t want to have to go help my mom with the f%#ig tree either.
I would rather sleep.
This is quickly getting out of hand. I just don’t know how to stop it.
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