Y’all, I’m depressed. Not big D feel like dying depressed, but not answering my emails and not doing basic tasks and wanting to sleep and sleep and sleep depressed.
And I feel better just realizing it.
I need some things to wrap up and I need to get a handle on some other things.
But I’m not failing. This feeling of failure is just a brain thing.
Still, I wish my brain weren’t doing a thing when I have so much stuff I need to do.
Tiny Cat Pants 