Truly, at the moment I don't want to do anything. Again, unfortunately, I can't see any way out of it.
Well, I've got lots of practice putting one foot in front of the other. I wonder if I'll ever get clear of this? Probably not - they call it chronic for a reason. It will make a delightful footnote to my biography: "...struggled with depression all her life." It never fails to amaze me what blindingly torturous spans of existence can be summed up so blithely like that.