I’m once again digging out of a depression cave, tiny bit by tiny bit with large pauses to regain my sapped strength. It didn’t get quite as bad this time, so my goal is the be clean by the new year (I’m also working all week so it’ll take longer). Tonight I cleaned off the bed and washed the sheets and such.
Posting here because, I dunno, feels important to be publicly realistic about the realities of living with mental health issues.