this has been a theme throughout my life - depression has the power to wipe any good thing out, to render any previously-held belief invalid.
Depression is like a curtain which, when drawn back, reveals inadequacy, delusion. Oh, you thought XXX? you poor deluded thing - nothing could have been further from the truth. It was all a lie.
I wish more than anything else for the ability to see this, acknowledge, and allow it to pass.
how are you surviving?
all you people not actively going insane this moment: how do you do it?
sleep app says I slept 4 hours. I thought only 3, so yippee.
Having trouble following sentences for more than about 6 words. It is anxiety. Very distracting.