I’ve been stuck in this depression phase for way too long.
Most of it was situational, but then it became a thing.
Almost a habit of being depressed.
I’ve been moping in my bed for months now. I have done a load of laundry here or there so that I have clean clothes to wear to appointments etc., but not really enough to keep up with the laundry in my space.
There’s probably 10 bags of trash that need to be taken out of my room. Paper, wrappers, things that need to be sorted, and whatnot.
It’s just a disaster.
I finally feel decent enough to get started today. I dug clothes out of the laundry basket I hadn’t seen for months, and put them in the washer.
Tomorrow, I will start working on the trash.
I am just trying to get my life back. One step at a time.
I also made plans with a friend tomorrow to go to lunch. I’m pretty excited about that. I haven’t been out in a couple weeks (except for appointments).
Just trying to climb my way out of this depressive hole one step at a time.
It doesn’t mean I don’t still feel depressed. It just means I’m trying to do things that encourage me not to.
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