something that’s kind of a mind fuck: struggling with depression and anxiety your entire life, going through therapy, being actively medicated, and the low moments still get you and can’t be met with the logic of: just get up. go for a walk. make scrambled eggs. just open the novel, turn on the show you like. the motionlessness, the fatigue, still refuses to listen despite the lifetime of experience you’ve spent dealing with this exact feeling. it all feels insurmountable. what to do?