I struggle with self-pity a lot, reviewing in my mind all the things in life that depression, anxiety and low self-esteem has robbed me of: income and financial security, finding a life partner, career, etc. I know I dig myself in deeper this way, but it's such a well-worn groove in my brain. They say you can form new pathways in the brain, but it takes such energy and awareness to practice that, and my brain is very sluggish. I appreciate the reminder to keep busier and be helpful and engaged with others. I need to do more of that. My isolation is killing me. That last sentence is a prime example of how the dramatic words I choose add to despair.