It’s a fun feeling to be so deep in your head you end up going “don’t tweet that people will think your crazy, but also don’t tell your doctor because they’ll be disappointed, don’t tell your friends because it’s private, and don’t tell your spouse because it’s a burden!”

So then you just kind of sit with it until it’s an acceptable time of day to have a beer.

The other extra fun part of this is the nice part of your brain screaming the whole time “Who cares the whole point is to tell people you can’t get better if people don’t know there’s a problem” but then again how embarrassing so, back to the beer.

Anyway this is what people with depression and anxiety wrestle with 48 hours a day so we’re doing fine in quarantine thank you for asking let’s talk about anything but me, now, please.