I don't put out any bird seed. I have 2 bags of seed. I just don't have an interest.

Being this down never lasted this long before.

If I would just go out and fill the bird feeders, it might be a start.

I hate to leave my apartment. I dread to encounter my neighbors. I just want to hide. I don't want to go grocery shopping. A pan I cooked with weeks ago sits on the stove still unwashed. This is not a medical condition. This is despair coming from too many failures and too much loneliness.

Maybe this evening I could put the seed out for the birds.