I’ve been in such a deep depression lately because things have been going wrong, but idk ever since Friday I’ve been forcing myself to work despite it. Like, oh, I’m depressed again? I feel like I can’t physically make myself get out of bed? Well, fuck you depression because I’m gonna do it anyway. I’ve cleaned basically the entire house, I’ve done everyone’s laundry (minus mine lmao, their needs come before mine), I’ve set things up in my room. . . Like, fuck it man. If depression wants me to fail, then I’m just gonna have to prove that I can go on. I can do this. Even if I have to do it on my own.