With feeling worse, my depression is getting worse. That combination has, of course, led to even less work on my prelims, which in turn makes my depression worse.
It’s definitely a vicious cycle.
And today, I’m am trying to think of something positive, even though I feel as if I’m only being held together with scotch tape and popsicle sticks. My mantra is: there has never been a day you haven’t gotten through so far. You’ll get through this one too.