POV: your medication isn’t working, you don’t have the capacity or interest to learn anything new nor can you retain the information, you live in a bubble of your own making, your depression has robbed you of your will to try, you talk to one person outside of your family, you have let the single handful of people you’ve managed to retain “friendships” with die, you despise yourself for being a shell of a person with zero creative output, you have nothing to offer in the ways of comfort, joy, conversation, interests, fun. you’re past your “prime”, you’ve never tried dating because of said illness, your attempts at self improvement provide no relief, you daydream about dying in the most pathetic fashion, your heart is rotten and it’s seeping from within