I hope this finds you well. I feel quite derelict in my duties – I’ve not been reading much from the blogging world. I don’t know how things are going in that world. If it makes you feel better, I’m neglecting the people in my physical circle as well.

Rejection loves company.

My capacity tanks when I’m depressed and struggling with my c-PTSD.

I like using labels. It feels like a humble brag.

It’s not my capacity to or for anything in the specific. It’s the capacity for anything and everything.

Showering’s a struggle though the bed’s still getting made.

I hate it when I get this sunk.

On the bright side, literally, the sun is coming along with the promise of some heat. “Get outside” isn’t a solution for depression, nor is it a substitute for treatment or help, but it does make you feel a bit better.

Would that I was closer to the ocean.

I miss doing the things I like doing. I just don’t like doing them right now. And who has the time? I’m quite busy with all the negative self-talk and self-criticism. Though I picked up my journal yesterday, the first time in nearly a month. I’ve got a determined “shoot myself in the foot” thing going when it comes to looking after myself.

I’m not convinced that social media isn’t the thing that will destroy us all, but before that happens, it’s a handy way to waste time and fill hours that drag. Perfect, in other words, for when you’re depressed.

It makes you feel worse at the end of the day, so that’s a problem, but it does allow for the killing of time and the acquisition of memes. And what’s the point of collecting those if you can’t share?

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