For me, depression is very much boiling the proverbial frog.

Unless there is some precipitating event, every week is just a little bit more difficult than the previous, but not so much so that I can’t managed basic activities. Instead, my energy is just slowly sapped until extraneous activities become difficult–and then impossible.

Emails sit for weeks, because they’ll take more than a single sentence reply, and I just can’t come up with that many words. Small insignificant tasks–like putting cards in an envelope to send–sit undone.

It’s aggravating as fuck, which only makes me feel worse, but it’s 100% a spoons issue. I have the mental capacity to go to work and get work done, but beyond that? Nope.

This has been sitting in my drafts folder for days, because it needs more, but, well, I can’t come up with anything.

So I’m gonna publish as is, which seems apt.