Not great. I spend 22 hours of my day in the same room, split between ten hours laying in my bed and twelve in my chair. I had just moved to a new city before everything, started a new job. I don't know anyone, it's impossible to really meet new people. My roommates all disappeared to larger living spaces in the middle of March. They're paying rent but I'm alone, and even when they were here I have nothing in common…
It's interesting how many posts I can think back and identify with on here. This was me a while ago, but ya know without lock-down. >The excuse of covid has only made justifications against self improvement easier. Recognize that and address that problem in the tiniest way possible. For me, when I was at one of the lowest parts of my life, I started flossing every night. It was literally the only new habit I hated to…
This hits the nail on the head.
Someone on Reddit suggested like... basically doing as much cleaning as you can in five minutes. The lack of need to be perfect at it really helps hide the work, and I've been doing it every six or so hours awake. This isn't my first bout of depression and the slog to get out is real. The biggest difference this time around is I don't feel hopeless. I'm tired, I'm cramped in but I'm confident this will end.