I'm into fashion and I tend to feel better if I look good. If I'm at home I couldn't give two hoots (no energy) and wear whatever. Depression makes me a bag of lazy bones and sometimes (shh) I have to beat my *** into brushing my teeth before bed. It's strange but I put extra effort into my appearance before a T appointment. It's as though I want T to see the best physical me when she's already taken a hard look at the mental mess I am.