I’m at the lie-down-in-a-snowbank level of being able to process things. Tired, in denial, feeling the appeal of giving my body up to the elements, etc

Just in a real “nothing matters” place. I followed all the rules and it didn’t matter. I was outraged and it didn’t matter. I made sacrifices and it didn’t matter. Real matter fatigue.

There’s just something very special about living in a time when you did everything right and yet you know life is about to get exponentially worse.

My mental health has been so bad for the past few weeks and like ... I’m doing all the things I’m supposed to do. I’m having regular appointments with my psychiatrist and therapist. I’m reaching out to friends. I’m doing my best! But none of it makes a difference