On my way back from running an errand for work I drive an extra loop around the block. I’m in the phase of depression where I start to grow concerned that if there were a way out, if I could recognize a concrete path towards healthy or even normative processing, I wouldn’t even choose it. That I am only capable of the minimum, of what is demanded of me …
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