This month started out fairly well. I had made a schedule for myself, and for the most part it was working.
Then everything went to shit. And all signs point to it getting worse.
On Monday I did manage to post a book review without raining doom and gloom all over it, so that’s progress, I suppose.
But it’s hard to keep working on projects I had just started when a very large part of me can’t see a point to it anymore.
I’ve reached that bottom level where the only reason I’m still keeping up with basic tasks like laundry and dishes are so that it’s not glaringly obvious how much my mental state has deteriorated.
I’m trying to figure out how to get back to business as usual. Part of me knows that it won’t help. Part of me doesn’t even want to bother.