I started the day off right. I got up early. I exercised. I ran errands, and got things in order, and ate well. I designed something and then made it: a task well accomplished.
So why, when I’ve done all the things a person can do in a day- to feel accomplished, and positive, and well rounded- why does my depression have other ideas in mind?
I am trying to sit with this beast; to tame this monster. But right now, he’s just getting in my way and chewing up my drive. He’s stalking my room, bored and antsy, itching for a fight.